Matoula Zamani / Ματούλα Ζαμάνη

Easily, as we turned off the lights..
Easily, as we trusted the lies..
It’s so difficult to reach your truth,
It’s so difficult, I lost my youth..

So give me your kiss again,
So I shall fly over your lips..again

Easily, as you say love the rain..
Easily, as you laugh at the pain..
It’s so difficult to believe in you,
It’s so difficult I’m leaving you..

So, come on and freak me out
So come over me and make me doubt(2)

Easily, as I see the fire you hide..
Difficult I am leaving you behind…

I talk to the high and untrodden mountains
and I tell them about you
your beauty and your arched eyebrows
which are like old stone bridges

and they answered:
“stone bridges run to weeds
poor soul don’t be deceived’

I talk to sky’s black clouds
and I tell them about you
that when you walk wherever you step
barren soil blossoms

and they answered:
“Soil blossoms wherever it wants.
poor soul don’t be deceived”

I talk to the springs which live lonely
and I tell them about you
that when you look at me, when you say you love me
angels flutter

and they answered:
“these angels are made of paper
poor soul don’t be deceived”