Akis Panou / Άκης Πάνου

Seven people in one room
where can you lie down and close an eye?
One goes to the cinema
the other drops down and goes to sleep.
Sleeping in shifts, that’s what it is,
with a bit of wire on the door, instead of a key.

Seven people, unhappy people,
in one room, imprisoned,
They are enraged, and with good cause,
and sick of everything.
How did you manage to distribute things so [badly],
you so-called “civilized” world?

Two have work, out of seven,
how can they ever catch up with their debts?
Like they’ve been bagged, thrown out with the rubbish,
seven people with no hope,
in one room, half unfinished,
Who will raise their voice, and to say what?

[translator's notes: The song is written in the "dialect" of the people it sings about. The «-» at the end of a word shows where this "slang" has cut off the ending of the "normal" word.
A few examples:
νομά- = νομάτοι (persons, individuals, people)
δωμά- = δωμάτιο (room)
μα- = μάτι (eye)
κοιμά- = κοιμάται (he goes to sleep)
ψευτοπολιτσιμέ- = ψευτο+πολιτσιμένος (lie+civilized)
τσουβά- from τσουβάλι, bag, or τσουβαλίζω, to bag: both "put into a bag" and "get caught, arrested".
and so on...]

Iodine, cesium strontium,
the cloud is wide and overseas,
it is not a rifle or a javelin,
iodine, cesium strontium.

Iodine, strontium, cesium,
the future of the world horrible,
good and bad people in the frame,
iodine, strontium, cesium.

The immediate end our hope
and you, foolishness, our compass,
you, science, our shield!
we are an obstacle, jump over** us!

(translation: Eva Johanos
* “Radioactive iodine, cesium, strontium, barium and zirconium are hazardous fission products because of the high yield and/or relatively long half-life” . . .
**jump over: this expression also means f***, in slang)

I am like a pressure cooker* which is boiling, boiling, boiling
and the hour is approaching that something bad will happen,
I am like a pressure cooker that at any moment will explode,
and someone will get hurt, suddenly, like that.

I am like a pressure cooker that, if it is broken
Charon will take someone, whoever has that luck
I am like a pressure cooker that, if it is broken
there will be big damage and a terrible bang

I am like a pressure cooker that you heat too much
and you are not in time to catch it and it goes. .

I am like a pressure cooker that just wants to be emptied now
and don’t call me “fella” and don’t call me “babe”

(translation: Eva Johanos
καζάνι* is a large metal pot, or cauldron; for clarity of meaning I am translating this word as a pressure cooker, which can be dangerous)

I don’t cry for your leaving
I don’t cry for now
I don’t cry for the time
of taking leave

I cry for the time of coming back
I cry for the time of the hearts breaking
I cry for the time when I will no longer
have the soul to tell you “I love you.”

I cry for the time of coming back
with the signs of destruction showing
I cry for the time when I will no longer
have the soul to tell you “I love you.”

It is not from jealousy
that I set my lips
and weep in front of you
unashamed.

I cry for the time of coming back
with the signs of destruction showing
I cry for the time when I will no longer
have the soul to tell you “I love you.”

I cry for the time of coming back
with the signs of destruction showing
I cry for the time when I will no longer
have the soul to tell you “I love you.”

Κλαίω την ώρα του γυρισμού
με τα σημάδια του χαλασμού
κλαίω για την ώρα που δε θα ‘χω πια
ψυχή να σου πω σ’ αγαπώ.

I watered you with my sweetest tear,
You watered me with the sweetest sorrow.
I touched you on the edge of my dream
And I drained the first sigh.

I’ll close my eyes, you’ll spread out your arms
For white pigeons to find a place to nest.
My first love, great love,
I’ll close my eyes and come what may.

I desired life from your life,
You desired the light of the morning star.
I walked with you in the clouds
And the doors of the sky opened.

I’ll close my eyes, you’ll spread out your arms
For white pigeons to find a place to nest.
My first love, great love,
I’ll close my eyes and come what may.

Θα κλείσω τα μάτια θ’ απλώσεις τα χέρια
να βρουν να φωλιάσουν λευκά περιστέρια
αγάπη μου πρώτη αγάπη μεγάλη
θα κλείσω τα μάτια κι όπου με βγάλει