Notis Mavroidis

The day breaks and the city has the day off.
In our neighboorhood a chimney is smoking,
and I am searching for you, like a morning cigarette
and like bitter coffee, and like bitter coffee

The streets are empty, not a soul appeared,
and the moon has just been lost in the West,
and I am looking for you, like a destined solution
and like the sunrise, and like the sunrise.

The sun comes up, the radio is on full blast
with a hasapiko which is crying for some Taso
And I, I make my bet with you, and afterwards, I pass,
in a card game of blind men, four of a kind.

Βγήκε ο ήλιος το ράδιο διαπασών
μ’ ένα χασάπικο που κλαίει για κάποιον Τάσο
κι εγώ σε ποντάρω κι ύστερα πάω πάσο
σ’ ένα καρέ τυφλών σ’ ένα καρέ τυφλών