A keresés eredménye

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.