Dimitris Psarianos

Tonight in my arms sleep once more like a star;
In the world here below no hope remains.
Now as night patterns your body with kisses,
Measure my grief, and in solitude leave me alone.

If you remember my dream,
I await your return;
With a song from the street, come, my dream,
In summer, as a shining star clothes you in light.

Αν θυμηθείς τ’ όνειρό μου
σε περιμένω να ‘ρθεις
μ’ ένα τραγούδι του δρόμου να ρθεις όνειρό μου
το καλοκαίρι που λάμπει τ’ αστέρι με φως να ντυθείς

I am a church without a cross,
a frame without a photograph
and a person with no story
when I lose you in the morning.

I am a bitter memory,
a heavy cross on the shoulder,
a passerby ho has lost his way
when I lose you in the morning.

And I love you, I love you.
I have no other verse in my mouth,
since I love you, I love you.
And I love you, I love you.
What else, what more can I say
since I love you, I love you.

I am a bird without wings,
a child without a toy,
a boat without a journey
when I lose you in the morning.

I am an island without water,
and a courtyard without flowers.
All the songs die
when I lose you in the morning.

And I love you, I love you.
I have no other verse in my mouth,
since I love you, I love you.
And I love you, I love you.
What else, what more can I say
since I love you, I love you.

(translation: Eva Johanos)

Και σ’ αγαπώ, σ’ αγαπώ.
Δεν έχω στίχο άλλο στο στόμα,
αφού σ’ αγαπώ, σ’ αγαπώ.
Και σ’ αγαπώ, σ’ αγαπώ.
Τι άλλο να σου πω ακόμα,
αφού σ’ αγαπώ, σ’ αγαπώ.