Translation of a song by Aleta about Sotiris Petrulas

I once had a boy as wild as the northern wind

I once had a boy as wild as the northern wind

And a river I filled with tears for what could have been

And a river I filled with tears for what could have been

 

the sunflower’s petals his eyes

pierce like light through the stained glass

Now the dreams that he shared with me

Slip away in the morning like the dew hanging on the grass

Now the dreams that he shared with me

Slip away in the morning like the dew hanging on the grass

 

The third day came and my love did not rise again

The third day came and my love not rise again

Twenty days out in the cold and rain

Twenty days he laid out the cold and rain

 

Now on the mound above his heart

A blood red poppy grows

Now his voice, spun of wildflowers  

Is gone on the wind like a sparrow flying from the snow

his voice, spun of wildflowers  

Is gone on the wind like a sparrow flying from the snow

I once had a boy as wild as the northern wind

I once had a boy as wild as the northern wind

And a river I filled with tears for what could have been

And a river I filled with tears for what could have been