Stratos Dionysiou / Στράτος Διονυσίου

People have worn out, my brother
where are those, who had in them souls
where are those, who hated a lie
and whose word counted like a sword

The things that have caused me bitterness became a mountain
and I wonder and have doubts
the way life has become
whether one should live or not

I have broken in two like a branch
because of people who I thought were righteous
and as much as I search I can find no trace
of those noble people of the past

The things that have caused me bitterness became a mountain
and I wonder and have doubts
the way life has become
whether one should live or not

(translation: Eva Johanos)

I found your door locked
and the key taken;
the dawn will soon break
and I am waiting outside.

Why, good neighbor,
since I called you on the telephone,
and you said that you will leave the key?
Why, cruel neighbor,
do you torment my poor heart?
I mean why are you torturing me?

Sometimes you tell me that you don’t want me
and sometimes you look for me
if I only knew how you think
and what god you worship. . .

Why, good neighbor,
since I called you on the telephone,
and you said that you will leave the key?
Why, cruel neighbor,
do you torment my poor heart?
I mean why are you torturing me?

(translation: Eva Johanos
γειτόνισσα ~ feminine version of “neighbor;” the song addresses a woman in the neighborhood who has made overtures)