Stavros Siolas / Σταύρος Σιόλας

Aaaah…
Arni’s water
Arni’s water
denial’s…
denials’ spring

Aaaah…
Arni’s water
you drank it and…
you drank it and you denied me

Ah, my love, trickle on my lips to drink
Arni’s bitter water,
and if I forget you, if I deny you
once again if I see you
and if I forget you, if I deny you
once again I will fall in love with you

Aaaah…
oblivion’s narrow street
you crossed it…
you crossed it and you disappeared

Ah, my love, trickle on my lips to drink
Arni’s bitter water,
and if I forget you, if I deny you
once again if I see you
and if I forget you, if I deny you
once again I will fall in love with you

trickle on my lips to drink
Arni’s bitter water,
and if I forget you, if I deny you
once again if I see you
and if I forget you, if I deny you
once again I will fall in love with you…

στα χείλη στάξε να το πιω
της Άρνης το πικρό νερό,
κι αν σε ξεχάσω, αν σ’ αρνηθώ
και πάλι εσένα άμα σε δω
κι αν σε ξεχάσω, αν σ’ αρνηθώ
και πάλι εσένα θ’ αγαπώ…

Dreams are the arms the legs,
the fingers, the blood, the bread, the water
The beating of the heart
Dreams are the iron canes
when your legs have no strength
Dreams are your eyes

Dreams are the last crumbs on the table
Dreams are your eyes when I don’t see the world anymore
When I don’t know the blue from the orange of every day
Dreams are your eyes

Dreams are the color
that color of your lips
When you give yourself to me with love and you are not wearing anything anymore
Dreams are eyes
when I don’t see the world anymore
They are your eyes that I will spirit away one day that I might live once again

[Spoken]
Dreams are the color ~ they are the color of your lips
when you give yourself to me with love
and you are not wearing anything anymore

And nothing suits you better
than your own body ~
dreams ~ that you may understand ~ better
are the last matches, the last two cigarettes

And to tell it to you simply thus
dreams are your lips
they will let me ~ they will let me snatch them one day
and live

(translation: Eva Johanos)

Και να σ’τα πω έτσι απλά
τα όνειρα είναι τα χείλη σου
θα μ’αφήσουν ~ θα μ’αφήσουν ν’αρπαχτώ μια μέρα
και να ζήσω

Now you will see the colors change
and the mountains melt together one by one
Angels like mortals will embrace you
Enemies will speak to you with love

Now I will drink water from your glass
Yours will be everything that I don’t have
I will push the sky to your window
And whatever I could not bear I will bear

Now I will get a house in paradise
For free, a field on the beach
I will put on the shirt of love
And I will be victorious without a panoply of weapons
and armor

Now you will see in the basements of the soul
A table with bread, water and salt
Now that there exist no tolls
where love falls like hot rain.

(translation: Eva Johanos)

Day breaks each day a little more sorrowfully
Night falls each evening a little more deeply
And you have your eyes fixed far off
On some hidden seas of your dreams

And you are always waiting for something to save you
Something that will come from a world of laughter
But what is planted within you is violence
Only violence now speaks through you

Words are like deflated tires
As one pulls while they whistle
However no one owes you, everything is foreign
All that you have is borrowed from this world

And you are always hoping that one day it will pass
And you are always hoping that a day will come
That someday someone will come and take you
And hold you tight in his arms
And tell you that now everything will end
And everything will become as it was long ago

Lift your feet and put your good clothes on
However far away it seems the road passes by your door

And you are always hoping that one day it will pass
And you are always hoping that a day will come
That someday someone will come and take you
And hold you tight in his arms
And tell you that now everything will end
And everything will become as it was long ago

And tell you that now everything will end
And everything will become as it was long ago

Lift your feet and put your good clothes on
However far away it seems the road passes by your door

Lift your feet and put your good clothes on
However vast the world may seem, it begins at your door

(translation: Eva Johanos)