A keresés eredménye

Οld Wound

Only a life, only one kiss of yours is not enough.
A new start, fake wish, it's not working.
 
Come closer, mountains far away can't come close
Sweet eyes of yours, a thousand secrets.
 
You got through my life, my body that was thirsty for your kiss.
Mother and lover, a slave, in a lie from the beginning.
 
Let me cry, cry out
for a pointless life
Look me in the eyes, only tears that guilt waters them.
 
Death and life, they created a celebration in real
Old love, strong pain
in the chest.
 
You came suddenly, you are like a noose that drοwns me
An old wound, a closed door that opens.
You got through my life, my body that was thirsty for your kiss.
 
Mother and lover, a slave in a lie from the beginning.
 
Let me cry, cry out
for a pointless life
Look me in the eyes, only tears that guilt waters them.
 
Hold me tight, maybe suddenly to get disappeared...
 

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
 

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
 

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