Apostolos Kaldaras

I sent two birds to the Red Appletree
as the story goes,
the one was killed, the other was captured
none returned.

As for the king who was turned to marble-
neither a voice, nor any sound.
She sings of him, though, to the children
like a fairytale, the grandmother does.

I sent two birds to the Red Appletree
as the story goes,
the one was killed, the other was captured
none returned.

I sent two birds to the Red Appletree
two swallows made of stone,
but they remained there and became a dream
and tearful years.

As for the king who was turned to marble-
neither a voice, nor any sound.
She sings of him, though, to the children
like a fairytale, the grandmother does.

(translation: Eva Johanos)

Για τον μαρμαρωμένο βασιλιά
ούτε φωνή, ούτε λαλιά.
τον τραγουδάει όμως στα παιδιά,
σαν παραμύθι η γιαγιά.

Απόψε δύσκολη βραδιά,
στον έρωτα θα πιούμε,
όχι να τις ξεχάσουμε
μα να τις θυμηθούμε.

Στις εκλογές θα βάλω κάλπη στην Aθήνα,
θα πάρω ψήφους και θα βγω και δημαρχίνα,
[στά υπουργεία με τουπέ θα μπαίνω μέσα
κι έτσι σε όλες τις δουλειές θα ‘χω τα μέσα]. X2