Yiorgos Stavrianos

A dream which leaves is life,
inside my dream you are also existing.

You come always at night
melancholic
like the last train in winter,
my heart the snowy barren steppe
watches and waits for your sorrow.

You come and you are not silent,
in the ashes
you search for a fire and you are always leaving
you wander about in the night
pale ghost of my waiting
blackbird of the wasteland.

A dream which leaves is life,
inside my dream you are also existing.

And as you come you leave
so unexpectedly you love
you hate you forget delusions you gather
and my heart the snowy
barren steppe lies waiting
and watching always for your sorrow.

A dream which leaves is life,
inside my dream you are also existing.

(translation: Eva Johanos)

Όνειρο που φεύγει είν’ η ζωή,
μέσα στ’ όνειρό μου είσαι κι εσύ.

Days when I waited
for the times to change
nights when I took walks
a trembling candle

Days when I thought about
where you might be, where you are running around
and from what foreign source
you are drinking and slaking your thirst

Days which have gone, days which will come,
years in which I love you.
Love arrives like a lamp
at the dance of the night.

Days which have gone, days which will come,
years in which I love you.
I become love, I become April,
I bend down and kiss you.

The years which have passed by
I cannot erase,
the bitternesses which found us
have no end.

At the border of the night
joy waits
and bathed in light
she sweetly waves to us.

Days which have gone, days which will come,
years in which I love you. . .

(translation: Eva Johanos)

Στα σύνορα της νύχτας
προσμένει η χαρά
και μες στο φως λουσμένη
μας γλυκοχαιρετά.