Ypogeia Revmata (Underground Currents) / Υπόγεια Ρεύματα

I like to not say much
say too much
I like gazing up high
up high to the endless songs
with my shadow to fly, to fly
to fetch stars from the seabed
the seabed of your music

And when the weather gets cold, really cold
I’ll circle around like a full, a full moon
over your tent

If only those vague lights, vague lights
could be bright stars, bright stars
so I could leave them in your hands

My love, look for me, look for me
search all the roads of silence
I’ll be erasing my form alone…

Μάτια μου ψάξε να με βρεις, να με βρεις
ψάξε στους δρόμους της σιωπής
μοναχός θα σβήνω τη μορφή μου

I want to lose myself
so I can find him

for my dreams to be shattered
so I can dream them again

for the night to come into my life
so that I can breathe with the light

for my return to wound me
but always to come back

I want to change this city
so I can live in her

to stop every clock
to find my time again

(translation: Eva Johanos)

Sometimes rain, sometimes wind, a prayer, mother’s words
Voices that we heard as children. For one moment I want. . .

It is early, life is just beginning, like lead it drips on the dream
The wind blows the hair. For one moment I want to . . .

I watch you laugh and leave again in front
a throw of the dice, life, to start again and to
watch her laughing and leaving again in front
a throw of the dice life to extinguish again

It is late, I don’t find words, as much beauty as I give you
behind the lights of life. For one moment I want to . . .

I watch you laugh and leave again in front
a throw of the dice, life, to start again and to
watch her laughing and leaving again in front
a throw of the dice life to extinguish again

(translation: Eva Johanos)

Σε κοιτώ να γελάς και να φεύγεις πάλι μπροστά
μια ζαριά η ζωή για ν’ αρχίσει πάλι και να
την κοιτάς να γελά και να φεύγει πάλι μπροστά
μια ζαριά η ζωή για να σβήσει πάλι

Like abandoned ships
and like a little chapel on the top of a mountain
like the journey of the hawk
and like a string that is out of tune

The place is a given
and you are an outsider your whole life
the time is finished
always close, never together

Like squeaking in the early afternoon
like a hidden dream
like a breath in the evening
like the last train

Dry stone and rock,
human and god together
horizon which is erased
moment which will not come again

Like squeaking in the early afternoon
like a hidden dream
like a breath in the evening
like the last train

Lines which are always curves
straight only on paper
parallel journeys
which are united by silence

Like squeaking in the early afternoon
like a hidden dream
like a breath in the evening
like the last train

(translation: Eva Johanos)

Σαν τρίξιμο μεσημεριού
σαν όνειρο κρυμμένο
όπως ανάσα βραδινή
σαν τελευταίο τρένο

What a strange girl you are
what sorrows do you have that torture you
for a while now you have been drinking heavily
and I see that your eyes are full of tears
for a while now you have been drinking heavily
and I see that your eyes are full of tears

What a mysterious girl you are
one time I see you dressed in silks
another I see you drinking like a madwoman
and your clothes are poorly put together
another I see you drinking like a madwoman
and your clothes are poorly put together

What a strange girl you are
I don’t like the life you are leading
leave the wine to the tavernas from now on
I tell you that you are going to die on the streets
leave the wine to the tavernas from now on
I tell you that you are going to die on the streets

(translation: Eva Johanos)

Τι παράξενη κοπέλα είσαι ‘συ
δεν μ’ αρέσει η ζωή αυτή που κάνεις
άσε πλέον τις ταβέρνες το κρασί
σου το λέω πως στην ψάθα θα πεθάνεις
άσε πλέον τις ταβέρνες το κρασί
σου το λέω πως στην ψάθα θα πεθάνεις

My friends are screams in the silence,
my friends (are) lights of danger in the dark,
alone, like trees on the peeks, like prayers,
(they are) children that don’t return home at night.

Most people adore holidays,
but my friends hate Sundays,
they hide behind the lights in the harbour,
they light fires, they light fires.

It grabs you from the hair, the silver wasp,
some nights and it shakes you off.
I had a long way to find you, but I didn’t (find you).
I’m standing in my toes, but I can’t reach you.

Bad season brings me bad moments
I smell the ground, purple shadows I faintly see.
Like a rotten ship that in the shallow water is dragged,
like Judases kiss, I’ll run away.

Do you know how it feels to read in the dark?
Do you know how it feels to shed tears secretly?
City lights and huge empty roads.
Sunday-dreams are too expensive.

You look off far away but you don’t tell me what you see
you speak correctly but you don’t tell me what you know
this, I too will never tell you
that I will always love you

And I seek in the sad songs
but I can’t find other new ones
what was that, suddenly, my God
I went down an expensive one-way street

And I make wishes as the stars fall
but you don’t want to come in the summers
extinguish this lost dream as well
I got tired of nostalgia

(translation: Eva Johanos)