Laurentis Mahairitsas / Λαυρέντης Μαχαιρίτσας

On the Kifisias ring I hit on you,
in a desperate time, I saw Charos [Death] As Jesus.
And my poor heart went into a pile up,
I gamble everything for you, light my fire.

I am dying for you, even if you are fake,
to hell if you are a lie, I am calling you love.

What can Physics say, Laws don’t matter,
in a metaphysical phase passions are ruling,
If you are a flower of the villain, I am not seeking proof,
in the illusion of a crazy man I’ll live till you expire.

I am dying for you, even if you are fake,
to hell if you are a lie, I am calling to you love.

Πεθαίνω για σένα και ας είσαι απάτη
δε πα να είσαι ψέμα εγώ σε λέω αγάπη

You write to me that you won’t come for the holidays
you tell me you have lessons
you send photographs from the Louvre
and others with Turk, your cat
Turk jumps on the stairs
and then plays games with you
a tail shaking on your calf
This Turk will make me a Turk*
a tail shaking on your calf
This Turk will make me a Turk.

I am jealous of that little cat of yours
that sleeps on your legs when you study.
I don’t know if you sleep together too
or you exchange him with another one in bed.
I don’t know if you sleep together too
or you exchange him with another one in bed.

You write to me that you missed me too much,
you send me a kiss on the letter,
you cannot wait to get your degree,
my letter was funny for you.
Turk sleeping on the carpet
making friendships with your French guys.
To drink and eat whatever you eat.
this Turk will make me a Turk.
To drink and eat whatever you eat
this Turk will make me a Turk.

I am jealous of that little cat of yours
that sleeps on your legs when you study.
I don’t know if you sleep together too
or you exchange him with another one in bed.
I don’t know if you sleep together too
or you exchange him with another one in bed.

Forgive me for being so small,
but the need to feel you close is strong.
I meow on my own when I am away from you
but ‘c’ est la vie’ as the French say.
I meow on my own when I am away from you
but ‘c’ est la vie’ as the French say.

I am jealous of that little cat of yours
that sleeps on your legs when you study.
I don’t know if you sleep together too
or you exchange him with another one in bed.
I don’t know if you sleep together too
or you exchange him with another one in bed.

(* “It will make me a Turk”- common Greek expression meaning “it will make me very angry/it will frustrate me”)

Ζηλεύω το μικρό σου το γατί
στα πόδια σου κοιμάται όταν διαβάζεις
δεν ξέρω αν κοιμάστε και μαζί
ή μ’ άλλον στο κρεβάτι τον αλλάζεις
δεν ξέρω αν κοιμάστε και μαζί
ή μ’ άλλον στο κρεβάτι τον αλλάζεις

You ‘re so much a child deep inside
you ‘re so good by mistake
you ‘re so naive
that if you want, you can
whatever the clever ones lose, to find

You ‘re such a funny guttersnipe
I ‘m kissing you little finger as well
that has been damaged
what do you want the fight for
what do you want it since you can catch a scoop

Come one my little soul, come on my little heart
I know you ‘re not what you ‘re showing
others have played with you, others have involved you
cry because when you cry you look younger

Bite your lips
I’m your kerchief
I’m wiping away the ice from the sight
Come on my blind
get hold of my stroke
hold on to here for the stream not to take you away

Don’t pose to me as a cheater
I’m not playing with you with hidden cards
I’m finding this crack
that life calms down
the lost body adores it

There are no waters of Jordan
and when you are brought into port my baby
don’t search too much for it,
all sinners,
they all come from the same tobacco

Δεν υπάρχουν νερά του Ιορδάνη
κι oταν πιάνεις μώρο μου λιμάνι
μην την ψάχνεις πολύ
όλοι οι αμαρτωλοι,
όλοι είναι απ΄ το ίδιο χαρμάνι.

There in the South
where death creaks and love makes noise
like an empty seat I have travelled for years
looking for the appropriate body

There in the lights
night was finding its first signs
I had run out of cigarettes and compassion
and you offered me smoke with a kiss

Which city, which country
which sea are you traveling through now
you say nothing, you remember
and, inebriated, you smile in your sleep
Which city, which country
which sea are you traveling through now

There in the South
there I won the lottery of love
shrouded like a lizard in its shadow
I was falling like a coin in your black depth

Pale candles
your poverty would light to feed them jealously
but your voice spelled I love you
like a sick baby in its cradle

Which city, which country
which sea are you traveling through now
you say nothing, you remember
and, inebriated, you smile in your sleep
Which city, which country
which sea are you traveling through now

Ποια πόλη, ποια χώρα
ποια θάλασσα σε ταξιδεύει τώρα
σωπαίνεις, θυμάσαι
και μεθυσμένη μες τον ύπνο σου γελάς
Ποια πόλη, ποια χώρα
ποια θάλασσα σε ταξιδεύει τώρα

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