Christos Thivaios, songwriter / Χρήστος Θηβαίος λέει δικά του

Our dreams scattered throughout the wide world
like colors which disappeared, one in another
In the Cities of the North you measure your route
in the quietness of the night I “read” your body

Don’t ask me about lost beauty
it is “written” in our bodies and souls
guide me, paths, in your magic
it sees, my star, the heart, beyond the eyes

Our dreams scattered throughout the wide world
like colors which disappeared, one in another
In the Cities of the North you seek in the cold
smiles you kept in a photograph

Don’t ask me about lost beauty
it is “written” in our bodies and souls
Make the nests of the summer in the winter
tell me that the best is yet to come

(translation: Eva Johanos)

In the clouds, my life
far from my prison, take me
So the air may touch me,
like the awakening of one day, may you laugh.
May I nestle by your side,
in your talking in your sleep may you find me.
May my name be heard
and you break, my heart
even if you be lost.

That a wave might lift me
to release me from the crime of the soul.
To wash away my anger
so my dream would return for you to see it.
That one evening might come
with light and not darkness for you to live it.
That I might be able to laugh for you
and afterwards outdistance you
even if you be lost, if you be lost.

The pictures in my brain
may they be erased like prostitutes of a moment.
So I might not have to remember all of that which hurts me, may you be lost.
May I no longer know what you are doing,
that you no more make me bitter, I can’t stand it.
I can’t go on looking at you and not put I love you into my words.

(translation: Eva Johanos)

My name is Air and I am capable of living
both my race and I
are like a flower, if we get lost
we’ll be lost with a pride

I fight against rust
but my twinkle step and living
able me if I get lost, to get lost with pride

Sigh, my homeland, I got married with your light
and fell in love with your green waters
with a dream’s knife in my hands
I mark whatever I can not truly live ] 2x
at such a sweet night

As an immigrant to the same soil (land)
that I was born, I live
and this beauty is my
mystery, the very name that I hold is echoing
at the baptisms of all the lands,
although it has not been written at any passport

Ah, my homeland …

I will lean my head on your shoulders
and dream of the sea.
Tomorrow I will light a fire, again
to make the blue air
around us, home

Tell me what land,
and why is purged by the fire,
and gives in its freedom for the peace.
In every man, I saw my own exile
and from its face’s sweat
my tear got washed

Ah, my homeland …

My name is Air and I’m capable of living
both my race and I
like a flower, if we get lost
we’ll be lost with a pride.
The very same hand,
that makes stars blinking,
my love, is the same hand
that flashes me.

Ah, my homeland …

Who will speak on our behalf
the one that is left behind will speak,
because I will be leaving.
I will keep on following
the stream from the birds’ wings

Ποιος θα μιλήσει για εμάς
θα μιλήσει αυτός που μένει πίσω
γιατί εγώ θα φεύγω
θα συνεχίσω να ακολουθώ
το ρεύμα από τις φτερούγες των πουλιών

It’s in the cloud, it’s in the well
It’s in the snow and the wizard’s fruits
It’s in the eyes, it’s in the rainbow
It’s in the ice, in the steam of the pan

It’s in the lake, it’s on the ground, it’s in the mouth
Man is water that walks
Making his way from the placenta’s waters
All the way to the water of the last bead of sweat…

Aie, water is element and apparition…

I saw towns stumbling in the dark
To fill their buckets with light
I saw Mostar, I saw Belgrade
I saw the Danube river meandering blindly

The Axius, the Achelous and the Kerkini
They are prisoner’s of war in the prices
Of the stock exchange and industry
They will throw up terrible confessions

Aie, water is element and apparition…

But some day when their wish rises up
The waters will flood, to explode
Taking from up high whatever they demanded
All the water necessary to be cleansed

Whoever dirties the waters, dirties himself too
And they say that God’s nickname
Is some big fuss up there
The “fuss of the water in the skies”

Aie, water is element and apparition…

Justly shocking the man he listens to
Loudly from the underworld’s screens
The first question “whose thirst have you quenched?”
Each of us will be weighed and judged in drops

Aie, water is element and apparition…

Δίκαια θα ξαφνιαστεί εκείνος που θ`ακούσει
δυνατά στου κάτω κόσμου τις οθόνες
την πρώτη ερώτηση ΄΄ποιον έχεις ξεδιψάσει ? ΄΄
Καθένας μας θα ζυγιστεί με σταγόνες

Some kissed Judas on the forehead
and others fished the sky from a well
some hanged a charm as a dictator
in the prisons they always dream at night

We aborted anything innocent we had left
and you conceived with a random scent
but the roses I sent you almost
died at dawn in an accident

A scratch from your breath is worth
more than the theories of a whole life
woman, if I am wrong forgive me
woman, if I am right don’t tell me

Some homeland kissed my lips
cheaply and pushed me laughing to the battle
and to those they gave her their body as a medal
she nailed a grave on their back

For all the beasts that came near me it was enough
to satiate them my uniform
but the people left me alone when they learned
that I was polishing a machine gun in my yard

As much as a scratch…

I remembered once I chased in your eyes
my self with a kitchen knife
but only madness, only madness washed me out
like a waterfall, from the sin of cheapness

And thus with the world’s balconies I fell in love
those which touch the look with the mouth
but I don’t forget the basements in which I tumbled
that’s why my heel has bound with the ground

As much as a scratch…

Tonight I watered the roots you dreamt of
and the fruits carried by your orbit
lady, I couldn’t find music worthy of you
pain in the birth I worship your courtliness

I’ll waste my life waiting
It’ll be too late to fix it
and I will rub the sky up the wrong way screaming
to bloody its nose before I die.

At the village square the crowd looked excited
at a gorilla that some gypsies had brought in a cage
with no shame and no respect the village’s old maids
toyed insensitively with the animal – I will not say how or where

Beware of the gorilla

All of a sudden, the big cage in which the poor soul lived confined
opened abruptly,don’t ask me why, perhaps it hadn’t been locked well
the beast, on getting out of there, thought “Today I’ll deal with it”
it was referring to its virginity, which had kept it a slave for years

Beware of the gorilla

Its master cried “Look out! This gorilla is off its rocker
he’s never seen a monkey before, so he may get things mixed up”
All present then rushed to cover their behind
And the old maids proved that thoughts and actions differ

The crowd as one flowed terrified to the street
but a cool-blooded judge and a grandma saw no reason
and since the rest had vamoosed the beast stepped on it
and with four bounds grabbed the judge and the little old lady

Beware of the gorilla

“Oh dear,” sighed the grandmother, “it’s rather improbable that he’ll take me,
it would be really odd and besides, I wouldn’t wish for it to happen”
“To think that he would confuse me with a monkey!” said the judge annoyed,
“It’s completely impossible!” but he was proved him wrong

So, ignoring the grandma, the gorilla passionately embraced the judge
and pulled him towards the bushes while he shouted at him “You’re wrong!”
what exactly happened back there I cannot report in detail
but the sight had me spellbound – what vigour! what intensity! what tempo!

Beware of the gorilla

I will only speak about the climax this odd drama had
the judge shrieked, crying, at intervals he called for his mother
For his mother he called, like the poor fellow he had condemned for theft the previous day
and had beheaded at the square to make an example of him

Beware of the gorilla!