A keresés eredménye oldal 1

Still

Last summer that was really hot
And your smile as you held my hand
Now, again,
I can’t ever see you again
I can’t ever feel it again but
 
It’s still here
It’s still here
It’s clearly still here
Still here
 
The performance is over
I lay down,
and write down my overdue lyrics
Rain is falling out the window
When the cool breeze touches my face
I can coldly feel that this summer is over
 
In one year, one month, one day, one minute, one second
Everything changes
Today will become yesterday
But this song I’m singing right now
I hope it’ll stay in your memory forever
 
Last summer, I saw a lot of hands
The number of times I went on stage kept going up
I remember the faces of the fans
Familiar line ups in the way front
We had the same start
But there are faces I can’t see now
 
When tomorrow comes
I know you might not be in front of me
Don’t be sorry
Because I’m going to preciously put you away so you won’t break
 
Last summer that was really hot
And your smile as you held my hand
Now I can’t ever see you again
I can’t ever feel it again
 
It’s still here
It’s still here
It’s clearly still here
Still here
 
Even if you feel that my music is becoming loose
Even if my movements become slower than how I was in your head
Even if the temperature of my hand becomes lukewarm
Even if the hot footsteps under the stage become less frequent
 
I can remember those days
They said forgetting is a natural thing
But you can always look back
I’m still here
You can look back, I’m always here
 
I still remember, winter of 2012
My first performance was an unforgettable Christmas present
The lights that shined on us
Wherever I am, it’s still hot, always
V- hall, Rolling hall
Alea, Ax-hall
Even if the stage we’re stepping on is a bit different
We’re shining in our own places
Forever remains in our hearts
 
Last summer that was really hot
And your smile as you held my hand
Now I can’t ever see you again
I can’t ever feel it again
 
It’s still here
It’s still here
It’s clearly still here
Still here
 
Your smile was especially hot
Now I can’t ever see it again
 
But still, still
 

Veroniki

Veroniki, Veroniki you roam the streets
Of Thessaloniki but don't know where to go.
With your mohawk hairstyle, you walk like a guy
You have learned to struggle not to ask why.
 
Veroniki, my girl, where are you going?
 
Veroniki, Veroniki, you hardly ever talk to me,
Don't betray the girl you carry inside you.
You told me you've grown and where the children go
When they've been murdered but are still alive
 
Veroniki, Veroniki they named you there
But it's not your name, they gave it to you.
You had left home at only 12,
Now you're 23 and everything belongs to the past.
 
Veroniki, my girl, where are you going?
 
(It's) Sunday and the girl are putting on lipstick and high heels
But you've put on a black and yellow scarf.
Veroniki, Veroniki from Chalkidiki
Αt the football stands with the boys, like every Sunday.
 
Veroniki, my girl, wherever you're going
Veroniki, my girl, wherever you're going
 

Sir Kostas

Versions: #1
Sir Kostas has a little shop in Ampelokipoi inside an arcade,
It's small but he runs it passionately, everybody in the neighborhood loves him.
 
Sir Kostas has been working since forever, it gives him joy and pleasure,
He bought his first car at 40 years of age, he knows well how to make a living.
 
Sir Kostas works every day and only stays at home on Sunday,
He takes care of a garden with his wife to feel glad when it produces fruit.
 
Once in a while, he buys street corn, watches private transport go by
Sees Hummer, Cayenne and Cherokee cars and hears about a crises nearby.
 
Sir Kostas, wait a minute please, nobody asked you,
They can see it in your eyes and your grey hair
That you've known for years what hard work means.
 
Sir Kostas doesn't go to bouzoukia, sir Kostas doesn't listen to R&B
Sir Kostas doesn't appear on TV, but has a lot of stories to tell us.
 
Sir Kostas knows a bunch of people, who the good and bad guys are,
Who are the ones that destroyed Greece
And who are those that will pay for it
 
Sir Kostas, wait a minute please, nobody asked you,
They can see it in your eyes and your grey hair
That you have a thousand things to say.
 
Sir Kostas despises lying but stumbles upon it constantly
And when they stare with vanity in their glance, he feels alone in his own homeland.
 
Sir Kostas looks at a screen, it's playing reality TV, lifestyle and gossip
He'd lost his father in a war and wonders if he died for those.
 
Sir Kostas, wait a minute please, nobody asked you,
They can see it in your eyes and grey hair
That you've known for years what hard work means.
 
Sir Kostas's shift is over, he turns off the light and rolls down the blinds,
The world he knew has now changed and even more will change.
 
Even more...even more...