Christos Nikolopoulos / Χρήστος Νικολόπουλος

Μνήμη μου, φύλαξέ τα συ ως ήσαν.
Και, μνήμη, ό,τι μπορείς από τον έρωτά μου αυτόν,
φέρε μου πίσω απόψε.

Of each of my
friends, of the world’s,
the cross is mine to bear;
because I am the victim
of this world
and everyone owns me

The world, Mama, I’ve traveled the world
in a life of begging
seeking for responsibility and justice
and to learn who gives it

Our face
within our torment
is not our own
and in our mirrors
they converse
the liars and the thieves

The world, Mama, I’ve traveled the world
in a life of begging
seeking for responsibility and justice
and to learn who gives it

(translation: Eva Johanos)

Τον κόσμο μάνα το κόσμο πήρα σβάρνα
σε μια ζωή ζητιάνα
να βρω ευθύνη και τη δικαιοσύνη
να μάθω ποιος τη δίνει

You should stay here to hold me and interrogate me
why do you give me goodnight kisses
I am not leaving tonight and I will not exit the car
and if you have anything to compare with me
you should stay here so we both learn it.

You should stay here You should stay here
don’t give me goodnight kisses

Here and now, because our path is old and downhills
the goodnight kisses are not gifts
I am not leaving tonight and I won’t exit your life
and if our relationship is incomplete and the words are eager
here and now, in the madness of love

You should stay here You should stay here
don’t give me goodnight kisses

You should stay here You should stay here
why do you give me goodnight kisses

Εδώ να μείνεις, εδώ να μείνεις
της καληνύχτας τα φιλιά τι μου τα δίνεις

At night I miss you more
At night I love you more.
The time I want you to stay here
you fly away like a bird.

Night wants passionate love
and things that are not seen.
Come close, come, stay until the morning.
Let go of confusion,
night tells no lies.
Take life from me tonight with a caress.

At night your love burns me,
my ashes I gather in the morning;
in this moment, diaphanous and beautiful
we are like small gods.

(translation: Eva Johanos)