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Constancy (Endelecheia)
Small joys
words: Dimitris Mitsotakis
music: Dimitris Mitsotakis and Constancy (Endelecheia)
Burning rain in my eyes
rinses the truth.
They will come again, small joys…
Small joys like angels
pimps for help.
They will come again, small joys…
Closed lives like a theater
that trembles on its days off.
They will come again, small joys…
Small joys like Sundays
and like pale saints.
They will come again, small joys…
No one is to blame,
no one is to blame.
He who pays for life,
he takes her for a stroll.
No one is to blame.
False-well-wishes, smiles
drowned in wrinkles.
They will come again, small joys…
Small transparent joys,
with burning blades.
They will come again, small joys…
No one is to blame,
no one is to blame.
He who pays for life,
he takes her for a stroll.
No one is to blame.
No one is to blame,
no one is to blame.
Whoever is afraid of the dawn
stays awake at night.
Naked coasts your lips
with the silence wrestle.
They will come again, small joys…
Small joys which were lost
and now search for you..
Ενώ η ώρα ξεπουλά απ’ το κορμί της δυο λεπτά,
ενώ ο φόβος ακουμπά σε κρύο σώμα και γελά,
ενώ ο κόσμος αλυχτά και ξεγελιούνται τα σκυλιά,
ενώ την πίκρα προσδοκούν απ’ τη μιζέρια να κρυφτούν.
Αυτά που πρόσμενα να έρθουν περιμένω.
Ζωές παράλληλες, φιγούρες άυλες.
Μοιάζει με πόστερ τ’ όνειρο μου καρφωμένο.
Ζωές παράλληλες, φιγούρες άλλαλες.
Μοιάζει με πόστερ τ’ όνειρο μου καρφωμένο.
Ενώ η άρνηση έχει φως και το κουράγιο είναι σκοπός,
ενώ η πίστη είναι φωτιά σε κατασκότεινη σπηλιά,
ενώ η σκέψη απορεί κι ό,τι γεννήσει τιμωρεί,
ενώ η δόξα ξαγρυπνά στης άδειας γνώμης τη γωνιά.