A keresés eredménye

Of the exile (Moon, you put a spell on me)

Moon you put a spell on me
and I'm walking in the foreign lands
the house is orphan
unbearable the dusk
and the mountains full of tears
 
Send, my heaven, a bird
to bring patience to the mother
 
Send, my heaven, a bird
a little swallow,
to go to build the nest
at the garden's cherry tree
next to the little balcony,
send, my heaven, a bird
to bring patience to the mother
 
To bring patience to the mother
bound at the scarf
dowery to my little sister
and to my little neighbour girl
sweet kiss on the cheeks
 
Send, my heaven, a bird
to bring patience to the mother
 

Rosa

Versions: #1
My lips dry and thirsty,
(They) Search the asphalt for water,
The vehicles pass by me,
And you tell me that a rainshower awaits us,
And you drag me to a damp cabaret.
 
We walk along together on the same road,
But our cells are separate,
We go about in a magic state,
I no longer want to know what we ask for,
It's enough for you to grant me two kisses.
 
You play me at roulette and you lose me,
In a nightmarish tale,
My voice is now the voice of an insect,
My life is now a climbing plant,
You cut me and you throw me to the void.
 
Oh, how need becomes history,
Oh, how history becomes silence,
What are you looking at me for, Rosa, all numb?
Forgive me for not understanding
What the computers and the numbers say.
 
My love, from coal and brimstone,
How time has changed you so,
The vehicles pass over us,
And I in the fog and in the rainshower,
I sleep by your side, hungry.
 
Oh, how need becomes history,
Oh, how history becomes silence,
What are you looking at me for, Roza, all numb?
Forgive me for not understanding
What the computers and the numbers say.
 

I Look For You In Salonica

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Since an empress fate sowed me,
An ancient Macedonian womb gave birth to me,
With an empty quiver I fight in the winter,
From the castle to the heart of Platamon.
 
Since a Phanariot path brings me,
A Salonican alley keeps me,
Come one night to make the promise,
Before the Vardaris wind wipes it away with a sponge.
 
I look for you,
I look for you in Salonica at dawn,
Your eyes are missing from the colours of dawn
I look for you,
I look for you with a violin and a moon,
The dream, you and the bow are missing.
 
Since I get drunk with a wine from Mount Athos,
And I sadden myself with a Constantinoplean heartache,
Find the knife that separates us in two,
And come here, to the bulwark of sadnesses.
 
Since on Olympus, the gods have decided it,
They gave the keys to the cold and committed suicide,
Now the day wakes up and sleeps alone,
With a scooter, a computer and a flute.
 
I look for you,
I look for you in Salonica at dawn,
Your eyes are missing from the colours of dawn
I look for you,
I look for you with a violin and a moon,
The dream, you and the bow are missing.
 

Ladadika

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They discuss you without a 'why' and not without reason,
As you sleep in narrow old Ladadika*,
You became famous and that's why you aren't jailed,
You live suspiciously** in the dark but you don't swear.
 
You shine bright in the red satins that wrap around you,
White and heavy smoke swallows you up,
In wet cobblestoned roads you spend the night,
In the garden gate of the paid paradise.
 
I give this much, how much do you want?
In Ladadika, they sell what you want,
Every bedroom a cell,
With a heavy young man's breath.
 
Myriads of lost lonelinesses had romances with you,
Boats would leave but before they did they whistled at you,
How many kids came to prove they were men,
And they shyly spent their pocket money on you.
 
I give this much, how much do you want?
In Ladadika, they sell what you want,
Every bedroom a cell,
With a deep young man's breath.
 
I give this much, how much do you want?
In Ladadika, they sell what you want,
Every bedroom a cell,
With a heavy young man's breath.
 

The Zeibekiko of the Archangel

Versions: #1
You set some difficult problems for this mindless world,
And you stay out all night with the zeibekiko of the archangel,
You laugh a hearty laugh and whoever can stand it,
After, you ask for silence and won't tolerate one word.
 
Lonely and rare,
You go about the Balkans
To stir up winds,
Like Holy Mary in a hash den,
You look for the stain of the world
For to clean it.
 
You dream of brown-haired gods at night,
And you fall in love with whatever sun you stroll with,
Eight Beaufort and the dragons are out on the waves,
You take some ink and a quill and write a poem.
 

There'll be a moment when you'll feel me

It's me and I'm knocking on your door again
If you want, open up
And let me in, even if I don't get out again
 
Remorseful and resentful
I come back because I love you.
 
There'll be a moment when you'll feel me,
You'll find a corner to set up for me,
You'll find a caress for me,
A kiss for two burned lips
You'll find a caress for me
For me, for me, for me,
A kiss for two burned lips.
 
It's me and I'm asking a drop of your love,
Open up if you want,
It was a mistake to live by myself.
 
Remorseful and resentful
I come back because I love you.
 
There'll be a moment when you'll feel me,
You'll find a corner to set up for me,
You'll find a caress for me,
A kiss for two burned lips
You'll find a caress for me,
For me, for me, for me,
A kiss for two burned lips.