Dimitris Zervoudakis, duets / Δημήτρης Ζερβουδάκης, ντουέτα

Here the dreams awaken
little boats which sail
and they come down to the shore
and souls shatter.

Here the sea whitens
its dark lips
the lips which sealed
leave no mark.

And my little soul
a little boat in a storm
asking the passing wave
which wave has taken you.

It asks the passing wave
which wave has enwrapped you
it throws a crown on the waters
αnd gets splashed from the south.

Here the pain does not count
no one can contain it
the camera comes in front
and muddies it

Here a ship was lost
where you were lost, my joy
and in dirty storms
my dreams are sodden

(translation: Eva Johanos)

You are a red rose
In my heart
At night you become a wound
That eats up my insides

You always come even earlier
Nobody knows you
You make some people love
And others to never return

And all these are not enough for you
You leave and don’t remember
If you’re so nice, Spring
Why don’t you pity us?

You come for a little, you sit
In our garden and bloom
You went in our blood
And you smell of resurrection

And when you leave, nothing
Will be like before
Leave the sky’s door
Open for a little