Yiannis Angelakas

They tell me if I get out of the circle I’ll get lost
That I should only roam around within its limits.
And that the world is an untamed creature
And when it bites I would do good to be silent.
And when they fear I might get crazy
They tell me to go somewhere to cry secretly.
And I should remember that this scenery
I am small, too small to change.

But I, with a wild proud dance,
Will fly like an eagle over the sorrows.
I won’t cry, I won’t fear,
I won’t cry, I won’t fear.
I’ll go to build a nest in the sky,
I’ll only descend if I want to laugh.
I won’t cry, I won’t fear,
I won’t cry, I won’t fear.

They tell me if I go higher I’ll get dizzy
That it’s better to roll around here, in the mud, with them.
And that if I want to see more,
In a mirror I should look at myself alone.
And when they fear I might get crazy
They tell me to go somewhere to cry secretly.
And I should remember that this scenery
I am small, too small to change.

But I, with a wild proud dance,
Will fly like an eagle over the sorrows.
I won’t cry, I won’t fear,
I won’t cry, I won’t fear.
I’ll go to build a nest in the sky,
I’ll only descend if I want to laugh.
I won’t cry, I won’t fear,
I won’t cry, I won’t fear..

Θα πάω να χτίσω μια φωλιά στον ουρανό,
θα κατεβαίνω μόνο αν θέλω να γελάσω
Σιγά μην κλάψω, σιγά μη φοβηθώ,
σιγά μην κλάψω, σιγά μη φοβηθώ.

When dawn breaks, the first sigh
exits the lips the most tightly pressed together.
Like a butterfly in the chamber it flies
looking for an opening to leave.

If you are alone, if you are weak
the dawn will undo you
it has the myrrh, it has the silence
it has the shiftless sun.

New day, new river
on its banks it will offer
all who have become lost, all who’ve been forgotten
and all those about whom nobody knows.

Behind the hills, behind the eyelashes
there is a place for you also.
Without a Bastille, without a curse,
without the tightened lips.

(translation: Eva Johanos)

Πίσω απ’ τους λόφους, πίσω απ’ τα βλέφαρα
υπάρχει τόπος και για σένα.
Χωρίς Βαστίλη, χωρίς ανάθεμα,
χωρίς τα χείλη τα σφιγμένα.

My words are a sweet prayer
they perch outside your closed window
and if you let them they’d open a crack
from your small cell to infinity

But you remain silent and mourn like the convict
Over the ash that covers paradise
Over the ash

Set fire to what burns you, what eats your soul
Outside the streets are breathing, thirsty, open

Love is a journey from party to party
Live with me on air, on fire, on rain
Empty days, cracked skies await us
Love is a journey from pain to pain

My words are a hapless wish
Turned-off lights in the unpleasant room
And if you let them they’d burn the silence
And dismantle your hidden sigh

But you remain silent and mourning like the convict
Over the ash that covers paradise
over the ash

Set fire to what burns you, what eats your soul
Outside the streets are breathing, thirsty, open

Love is a journey from party to party
Live with me on air, on fire, on rain
Empty days, cracked skies await us
Love is a journey from pain to pain

Set fire to what burns you, what eats your soul
There’s more, there’s still something that hasn’t been lost

Love is a journey from party to party
Live with me on air, on fire, on rain
Empty days, cracked skies await us
Love is a journey from pain to pain

Love is a journey from party to party
Love is a journey from pain to pain
Love is a journey from party to party
Love is a journey from pain to pain

Είναι η αγάπη ένα ταξίδι από γιορτή σε γιορτή
Είναι η αγάπη ένα ταξίδι από πληγή σε πληγή
Είναι η αγάπη ένα ταξίδι από γιορτή σε γιορτή
Είναι η αγάπη ένα ταξίδι από πληγή σε πληγή