A keresés eredménye oldal 4

Oh my jealousy

Oh my jealousy my jealousy
and my moon
and the match in your lips, my mandarin
Oh my jealousy my jealousy
my orange
I loose my mind
I loose my head
 
Look me in the eyes
say the truth
now tell me how
you want only me forever
Look me in the eyes
tell me how
only I exist for you
and Peloponnesus
 
Oh the apples, the athletes,
their lemons
and my nose stuffed
in their perfume
oh my jealousy, my jealousy
I go crazy
when we're together and when we separate
 

No longer a greek

Stories, troubles, where are you, guys?
What are they telling me, telling me, I'm no longer Greek?
Officers came and took my papers away
and they told me the news, that I'm no longer a Greek!
And they told me the news, that I'm no longer a Greek!
 
My mother, you had been prudent, I know that well,
And daddy used to tell me that you were Greek indeed!
 
If only I were at Tinos island to light a candle,
to speak, to cry, to ask 'why'
tell me, tell me, Holy Mother, what are these ghosts,
that put us in the plaster cast and took our papers away!
That put us in the plaster cast and took our papers away!
 
My mother, you had been prudent, I know that well,
And daddy used to tell me that you were Greek indeed!
 
Ah, enslaved ones, brass, American children,
how can you say, can you say, that I'm no longer a Greek?
They will have your heads, the boys will be back.
they will give me my papers back and I will live as a Greek!
They will give me my papers back and I will live as a Greek!
 
The tale is over, the animals are in the cages,
the sea is vast and I am a Greek!
 

Zorbas

Zorbas, the bitter narrow road,
Zorbas, yellow candle,
night and rain are crying,
a humid breeze falls on the heart,
night and rain.
 
Zorbas, the heart is a knot,
Zorbas, the ring in the sticks,
Hit anvils and hammers
Ι cry for consolation,
oh, for consolation.
 
Bitterness is laid upon the lips, friends are lost and well gone,
The candle stays without oil, bitterness is laid upon the lips,
Love burns me up, it melts me, it is about to start but doesn't settle,
on the cross and it crucifies us, love burns me up, it melts me,
spring and summer, wild black pigeon,
what will it get, what will it bring around, spring and summer,
it took, it smells thyme, the moon is now full,
wounded brave young man, it took, it smells thyme,
and rain.
 
Bring violins and dulcimers, wine and grapes,
our ultimate rush is holding a flintlock.
 
Zorbas, give your hand to him again,
to the sun so that we become a pair
In Crete, they set an ambush,
In Mount Ida they set a bolthole,
life, give me your hand again,
and the dance goes on.
 

the Migrant

His words is the voice,
the loud voice saying he is not hurting,
snows and rain,
his gaze blurred and closed skies.
 
At foreign lands, the shadows oppress him
a few olive trees, black bread,
snows and waters
and lost joy weave the complaint.
 
My mother,black headdress,
a door opened to the sun,
keep the mint on your lips,
tomorrow a feast will come
 
I'll come to the summer, the harvest,
the threshing floor full of dazzling light again,
I am constantly about to leave,
with emptied hands.
 
Prosperity is a liar,
he hadn't been told so, and his sorrow is a shame,
Back in the old times,
tears and kisses, birds are singing.
 
The cypress being beaten by the wind,
at the father's rock, fire,
cure the wound, the time longing
and the heart is awaiting
 
My mother,black headdress,
a door opened to the sun,
keep the mint on your lips,
tomorrow a feast will come
 
I'll come to the summer, the harvest,
the threshing floor full of dazzling light again,
I am constantly about to leave,
with emptied hands.
 

There has been a misunderstanding

There has been a misunderstanding and we did not give an explanation,
we betrayed our friend at a difficult time.
 
The time was four o' clock and all the four of them got lost.
Words have been forgotten and he has not appeared yet.
 
Your ring is rolling in your scarf,
but some of your friends saw it and said it would be found.
 
Give me an explanation to eliminate the misunderstanding,
because my heart has cracked, it has nearly been lost.
 

You Decide Yourself

I need wind like a fire does, and I will burn up
All the pain and the tears in the world, in ruins of evil
I am so tired of the thought that there is no soul or inspiration in the world
But if you can hear your reason like I can
And in your heart quietly beats your love
Let's light up the sun in this sky without eclipse and then...
 
Believe, we will be able to fly up like birds
And smile at the light
Believe, how to chose happiness in life for yourself
You decide yourself!
 
With a flash I will burst from the shadows, and everything will happen
At the end of mute dreams, the dawn swims
Let's open your sail, there beyond the horizon is our flight
 
Believe, we will be able to fly up like birds
And smile at the light
Believe, how to chose happiness in life for yourself
You decide yourself!
 
You decide yourself!
 
Believe, we will be able to fly up like birds
And smile at the light
Believe, how to chose happiness in life for yourself
You decide...
 
Believe, we will be able to fly up like birds
And smile at the light
Believe, how to chose happiness in life for yourself
You decide yourself!
 

Alexandra

The leaves are red
leaves of fall
the salamander is
glittering and sly
 
She's too much for Kissabos
she's too much for this place
and if you speak to her
of prudence,
It goes in vain
 
Alexandra, salamander
what a shame this is!
Why did you go with another man, bad girl?
 
The salamder, when she sees
the sky raining
she remembers her love
that she no longer possesses
 
She pushes the brown dirt
and comes out of her nest
and there where the boar would wash himself
she scatters her tears
 
You wear yellow and black
looking beautiful
Alexandra, Alexandra,
how you've forgotten me!
 

Pour wine

Oh life is butter
in the sun
everything on earth says it clearly
whoever's in pain
and doesn't show it
makes the pain king
 
Pour wine
in your friend's glass
and let loneliness
harakiri*
 
Time will throw us
to nowhere
and that's why we fairies
will live enthusiastically
like the trucks
that went off road
 
Pour wine
in your friend's glass
and let loneliness
harakiri*
 
*The name Harakiri, or Sepuku, is called the Japanese ritual mode of suicide, which was established by the Samurai as the only permissible way in case of defeat or disgrace.
 

They say

They say when
one is born
he cries because he's in pain
he cries because in life
he suffers
whoever returns
 
But I'm and born
and I die simultaneously
because you are
the one with my fate
 
They say that if someone
dies
he secretly smiles
he must be seeing something
something's happening
and he's greeting somebody
 
But I'm and born
and I die simultaneously
because you are
the one with my fate
 

I'll say yes

I'll say yes for I know myself,
I'll say yes wearing just a single sandal.
I'll be embarassed to admit that I'm afraid of the life.
 
I'll say yes and water the head.
I'll say yes and may the others look at me
knocking at a new door in the morning.
 
The years were nets and I pulled them,
and I raised the struggling ones up.
I interfered on romances and loves,
my harsh nets.
 
My years have been nets and a calm sea,
but some eternal moments were left untouched.
With melted pants we're off for more
as if we were kids.
 
I'll say yes for I have said no to the others.
I'll say yes since my heart is capable
of loving. It may be also a skill of the soul.
 
The years were nets and I pulled them,
and I raised the struggling ones up.
I interfered on romances and loves,
my harsh nets.
 
My years have been nets and a calm sea,
but some eternal moments were left untouched.
With melted pants we're off for more
as if we were kids.
 
Darling, the years were nets
and beauty was leaking from them.
My joy was an uncatchable dolphin
which accompanied me.
 
My years have been nets and a calm sea,
but some eternal moments were left untouched.
With melted pants we're off for more
as if we were kids.
 
I'll say yes for I know myself,
I'll say yes wearing just a single sandal.
I'll be embarassed to admit that I'm afraid of the life.
 
Οι μεταφράσεις μου μέχρι ένα εφικτό σημείο είναι δικές μου. Δέχομαι βελτιώσεις μόνο αν θεωρώ ότι κάποια μετάφρασή μου έχει παράδοθεί ελλιπής ή εντελώς εσφαλμένη.
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Tears

Your body like foreign lands
Your kiss, plain
Ears like your eyes
Your body like sun
And if you turn me down three times
The other three times I will ask you
At your gate: Does some thief
steal everything from me that I give you?
 
Tears running ferociously down my face
Drops breaking away I hate myself
For not touching you on this hard night
You escaped from my own nets
 
Tears running frerociously down my face
Drops breaking away I hate myself
For not kissing you there in the madness above
And without your kiss I will die
 
Your glances your smile like foreign lands
Your hands like seagulls
Your drifting like waves
And if you turn me down three times
I will carry my cross
But if you let go of love
You'll be my precious one
 

Kite

I don't remember anymore where, why and who
gave me papers
with their names, their numbers
and I find them everywhere in the morning
 
They remain inside the pockets and later they fade away
and then life passes by
 
So they say I play hard to get
you're the only one who doesn't talk to me much
like as if you have no time and you never call me
and I'm the one calling you again
 
If I could make a kite with the numbers I call
now I would have been flying so you would calm because I'm calling you and bothering you
 
I don't remember anymore where, why and who
gave me papers
with their names, their numbers
and I find them in the morning while I'm wasted
 
If I could make a kite with the numbers I call
now I would have been flying so you would calm because I'm calling you and bothering you
 
I don't remember anymore where, why and who
gave me papers
with their names, their numbers
and I find them everywhere in the morning
 
(I find numbers) On tickets, on lost boxes,
cards and receipts , everything is grey
 
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And you forget

It takes heart to roam the weekends alone
a heavy body to step and make the pain* uncomfortable
life has a masochistic heart to bribe you
in a ridiculous balance it charges* its company
 
I left you behind in some seat
having conversation and laughing
roads without return, two-way arrows
debilitate me and you forget
 
Night's game of tag, like a horror story
with the barking dog and shadow of the police man
in my stream you incidentally become a passer-by
It takes heart to throw yourself in the hands of fraud
 
I left you behind in some seat
having conversation and laughing
roads without return, two-way arrows
debilitate me and you forget
 
*the embodiment of the pain this person feels
**as in to charge a fee
 

One more kiss

When I'm in pain
I ask where you might be
now that I've chosen the uphill path
the difficult path without end
the difficult pain without a tear
 
Your step resembles dance
and it entices me
and I don't fear time
don't ask how much I'll take I'll give
I just want one kiss
Your step resembles dance
and it entices me
and I don't fear time
 
When I'm in pain I ask what's happening to us
which unknown voice is misdirecting us
which distance does it always claim to unite
I ask and the silence destroys me
 

Alcoholic lyrics

Some alcoholic lyrics
took the narrow streets* by storm
and are roaming about
In God's winter
 
One takes out his change
and buys his dose
and the other goes into the bar
and becomes drunk off gusto
 
My sleep forgot to overcome itself
It sells itself with the body's rent
It's consoled in the mechanics of coffee
and in its return, it's answered by dawn
 
I'm spending my time off
searching for wool clothing
which will be here near the cold
enraged like a beast
 
And I'm scribbling during the nights
some alcoholic lyrics
which I abandon alone
In God's winter
 
My sleep forgot to overcome itself
It sells itself with the body's rent
It's consoled in the mechanics of coffee
and in its return, it's answered by dawn
 
*sokakia= ungrided, very narrow streets like the ones found in old towns