Eleni Karaindrou / Ελένη Καραΐνδρου

The wounded heart finds no healing in forgetfulness
it is lost in the cold, up North in foreign far countries.

And always waiting for the moment of return
The ship will appear in the harbour, a sea-bird in our dreams.

Again it has touched you, the chill of the world, and the loneliness
how are you to cure the old wound, [cut] deep into the soul?

And always waiting for the moment of return
The ship will appear in the harbour, a sea-bird in our dreams.

My name is Rosa
I am the song of the soul
above the rooftops of the houses,
beyond the wind.

I wanted to change the world.
And I became the song,
in order to save the dream,
beyond the wind.

My father told me:
“Rosa, you are the storm!”
My mother told me:
“Rosa, you are the cloud!”
My brothers shouted to me:
“Rosa, you are the Revolution!”

And I became Rosa,
in order to save the dream.
And I loved much,
I believed much.

I don’t belong to this world anymore.
My name is Rosa.
My name is Rosa.

(translation: Eva Johanos)