A keresés eredménye

The festival

It was a festive day, you could see that ever since morning
The sun came up in the mountains, everybody was well dressed
You heard wishes all around and the nature singing
Everybody was together
The whole village was celebrating with tsipouro for breakfast
And by noon their hearts were warmer than Summer
They were all there
And the ones that migrated to the United States
And Canada, distant cousins
Relatives and friends, a festival at night
Where else, in the village's stone square
A story was being written under the plane tree
 
This is how it's been since the old days
The grandfather boasts that his grandchildren are dancing
Time passes, the dancing doesn't stop
And the orchestra doesn't spoil anyone's fun
But little by little dawn was coming
And little by little the festivities had to end
There were only a few passionate people left
And our orchestra had to leave
But their old car wouldn't start
Then the village's policeman came up
Drunk as hell and crazy
He offered to become their driver
He tells them 'Don't worry, I'll drive you
pack your instruments in the police car '
He turns the key and starts
He drives about two kilometres
And he stops outside the cemetery
And he stops outside the cemetery
 
Then all of a sudden he draws his gun
And he tells them, 'Now all of you get out'
Take the instruments with you
Let's go to the graves to set up a feast
Play the clarinet for the dead to hear
We'll be singing through our souls
Play the violin as well
To scare death off today
My father is buried here
I never got to tell him how much I love him
It's been 40 days since he passed
I'll love him and I'll always remember him
 
Now all of you get out...
Play the clarinet for the dead to hear...
Play the violin as well...
To scare death off today...