Yiorgos Michael

Look far, look up high so you too can see the star
to see the magi plunge to the bottom of loneliness
to see the sun laughing to burn your tears
and the love you long for drink from your cool freshness
It will have the night that is coming the breeze of death
and the sting of the bee will have its touch

Look far, look high up to the peaks of the trees
You will see birds bleeding and snakes making signs to you
You will see a hawk fly holding a sickle
You will also see a ship in the open sea looking for a harbor
It will have the night that is coming the breeze of death
and the sting of the bee will have its touch

(translation: Eva Johanos)

Kοιτα μακρυα κοιτα ψηλα στις κορυφες των δεντρων
8α δεις πουλια να αιμοραγουν και φιδια να σου γνεφουν
θα δεις γερακι να πετα κρατοντας το δρεπανι
θα δεις και πλοιο στα ‘νοιχτα να ψαχνει για λιμανι
θα χει η νυχτα που θα ρθει την αυρα του θανατου
και το κεντρι τις μελισσας θα χει το αγγιγμα του