Vassilis Kazoulis / Βασίλης Καζούλλης

If you were an angel of the earth
If you were the star of dawn, a pearl
in the deep blue
and in the heavenly treasures, a blonde moon

I would not expect you to come
nor to leave, in the lights of the celebration
before I touch you and it is lost
what I loved simply in the way of my mind

Let your hair down and let me
come for a little while and see
how your white nightgown
outlines your body

Rain at your window
at your pillow the clouds leaning
in the mirror you laugh
something from your shine you will hide for me

Let your hair down and let me
come near for a little while and see
how your white nightgown
outlines your body

Λύσ’ τα μαλλιά σου κι άφησέ με
να `ρθω λίγο και να δω
πώς περιγράφει τη μορφή σου
τ’ άσπρο σου το νυχτικό

Drops of rain are falling
and you are alone once again
on your shoulders it is running and it hurts
to come to the empty house again
And if you have left, miles away
the summers are full of light

First rain on the roof
in its rhythm it will tell it
love is a far away place
and has no place for a sigh
And if you have left, miles away
the summers are full of light

The rain of July
in a deep dream
It will wake me like prayers
now that all the courtyards have emptied
And if you have left, miles away
the summers are in celebration

(translation: Eva Johanos)

Του Ιούλη η βροχή
μέσα σ όνειρο βαθύ
θα με ξυπνάει σαν τις προσευχές
τώρα που αδειάσαν όλες οι αυλές
Κι αν έχεις φύγει μίλια μακριά
τα καλοκαίρια είναι γιορτινά

Rain of many colors, transparent flowers
gave color to the world from the beginning
water drops from the hills of the sky
rays of the summer sun

Light refracts, light that breaks in waves
and fills those places with love
Light of the infinite, crystal, shattered fragments
in the darkness watering the people

You will come one day through the fire
with a rainbow on your hair
you will see a white city of clouds shining
like the divine music of dreams

(translation: Eva Johanos)

Θα `ρθεις μια μέρα μέσα απο τη φωτιά
με ουράνιο τόξο πάνω στα μαλλιά
θα δεις να λάμπει συννεφούπολη λευκή
σαν των ονείρων θεία μουσική.

I gave you money for travels
and chrysanthemums from China’s courtyards
carved stones for rings
and dresses from magic cities

In father’s old books
Alexandria’s myths and feasts
about everything that was scattered on the wind
and the grey seas from yesterday

Whatever I start
whichever door I knock on
nothing can reach your sky

Something to shine
you always want, even if it reminds one
of whatever is most blurred and dark

Like poor Chaplin’s ballerina
that dances in the night’s rhythm
but your heart, as if locked in a showcase,
doesn’t touch my own heartbeat

Until one night the acrobat
in the lights of this circus balances
the stud takes the ballerina
and the clown is now left alone on stage

Whatever I start
whichever door I knock on
nothing can reach your sky

Something to shine
you always want, even if it reminds one
of whatever is most blurred and dark

Κάτι να γυαλίζει
θέλεις πάντα κι ας θυμίζει
ό,τι πιο θαμπό μαζί και σκοτεινό