Arletta singing her own songs

Δε θέλω εγώ από σένα
τίποτα να ΄ναι πιο βαρύ
απ΄το φτεράκι μιας μέλισσας
δε θέλω εγώ από σένα
τίποτα να ΄ναι πιο βαρύ
απ΄τον αφρό
της άγριας θάλασσας

The other night, late at the bar called Shipwreck
I was having some drinks with a saint.
He was sitting on the stool next to me
taking communion with whiskey on the rocks*.

I asked him “What are you doing here pappouli**?
this is no place for a saint to be”.
He said “My child, you are greatly mistaken
because this is where you find people’s fears and passions”.

He looked around him at the sober and at the drunk
and said “I love these hellbent people.
If you want to be a saint, you have to sin first
And hey, repent if you can do so on time”.

The other night, late at the bar called Shipwreck
I was having some drinks with a saint.
He was sitting on the stool next to me
taking communion with whiskey on the rocks*.
He was sitting on the stool next to me
at the end of the night he even covered the bill.

Προχθές αργά στο μπαρ το ναυάγιο
βρέθηκα να τα πίνω μ΄ έναν άγιο
καθότανε στο διπλανό σκαμπό
και κοινωνούσε με ουίσκι και νερό
καθότανε στο διπλανό σκαμπό
στο τέλος πλήρωσε και το λογαριασμό