Vassilis Lekkas

A magic city
in which we two beloveds live together
a city like that
dies, lives
and changes, enchanted.

When darkness falls
my breath
will be joined with the breeze
then the city will appear
lonely and desolate
like my beloved star.

Σαν πέσει η σκοτεινιά
η αναπνοή μου
θα σμίξει με τ’ αγέρι
τότες η πόλη θα φανεί
μονάχη ερημική
σαν τ’ ακριβό μου αστέρι.

Love of mine, girl of mine
which night will bring you
to these sacred lands
so I may find you at dawn

I endeavoured to become a Lord
and you, my Queen
but my wings got cut off
and I was lost on the earth

Girl of mine, woman of mine
time will take me
but it will not do any favours
in passion I will be lost

And you will become my star
and I, will be your shadow
ever following your orbit
sacred light, that I love

Και συ θα γίνεις άστρο μου
και ‘γω θα ‘μαι η σκιά σου
παντοτινή τροχιά σου
φως άγιο που αγαπώ.

If you get tired of the people
and everything around you is ruined
don’t leave on a journey in other places
come to me,come to me

And if the night falls upon you
with its despairing stars
don’t be afraid of the dark
come to me, come to me

Come and lean your head
in my affectionate hands
so that you live the dream again
come to me, come to me

And if you see boats bound to break ground
and if you see trains setting off
don’t tell them to take you with them
come to me, come to me

I have an emerald sea
embroidered with love and sunlight
for your empty heart
come to me, come to me

Come and sit on my right
as a forgotten brother
to share my loneliness
to give you some light

Έλα και κάθισε δεξιά μου
σαν ξεχασμένος αδερφός,
να μοιραστείς την μοναξιά μου
και να σου δώσω λίγο φως.

I have no house to come back
Or bed to sleep
I have no street or neighbourhood
To have a walk on First May

The big liar words
Were those you told me with your first milk

But not when snakes have woken up
You wear your old ornaments
And you never cry, my motherland, Greece
That you have sold your children as slaves

The big liar words
Were those you told me with your first milk

But then when I talked to your destiny
You had got dressed with your old fineries
And in the bazaar you took me like a monkey, gipsy woman
Greece, Greece, sorrow mother

The big liar words
Were those you told me with your first milk

But now that fire flares up again
You look at your old beautiesε
And on the world’s arenas, my motherland, Greece
You’re always carting the same lie

Μα τώρα που η φωτιά φουντώνει πάλι
εσύ κοιτάς τα αρχαία σου τα κάλλη
και στις αρένες του κόσμου μάνα μου Ελλάς
το ίδιο ψέμα πάντα κουβαλάς.