Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Nikos Papazoglou - Feugo [ I'm leaving ]


Ρίχνω στη νύχτα μια σπρωξιά                                I'm giving the night a push   
παίρνει φωτιά και ξημερώνει                                 it sets on fire and the dawn breaks
στην τελευταία ρουφηξιά                                       with the (my) last puff
παίρνω όρκο να τελειώσει πια                                I swear to end
ό,τι τελειώνει.                                                         everything that's ending.

Μπαίνω στο τρένο την αυγή                                   I'm taking the train at dawn
για να με βρει σε άλλο μέρος                                so that I find myself in a different place
η μέρα ετούτη που θα μπει                                     when the day begins
να με γλιτώσει απο'κει                                            to save me from there
που ήμουνα ξένος.                                                 where I was a stranger.

Φεύγω,φεύγω,κάθε μέρα φεύγω                          I'm leaving, I'm leaving, every day I'm leaving
μέτρο-μέτρο, όλο πιο μακριά                              metre by metre, further away
φεύγω,φεύγω, τόσα χρόνια φεύγω,                      I'm leaving, I'm leaving, all these years I've been leaving,
στην καρδιά μου όλο πιο κοντά.                         closer and closer to my heart.

Ρίχνω στα μάτια μου ένα φως                               I shine a light in my eyes
και κάνω ανάκριση μονάχος,                                and I am interrogating on my own,
ο χωρισμένος μου εαυτός                                    my separated self
είναι που χώρισε τον κόσμο                                  is the one that separated the world
από λάθος.                                                          by mistake.

Άραγε τι να φταίει, τι                                           What is to blame, what
που ονειρευόμαστε στον ξύπνιο,                             that we dream awake
και να 'ναι η λησμονιά αυτή                                and can it be this oblivion
που ανοίγει πόρτες το πρωί                                 that opens doors in the morning
στον πρώτο χτύπο.                                              only on the first knock?


Φεύγω,φεύγω,κάθε μέρα φεύγω                          I'm leaving, I'm leaving, every day I'm leaving
μέτρο-μέτρο, όλο πιο μακριά                              metre by metre, further away
φεύγω,φεύγω, τόσα χρόνια φεύγω,                      I'm leaving, I'm leaving, all these years I've been leaving,
στην καρδιά μου όλο πιο κοντά.                         closer and closer to my heart.



Friday, July 19, 2013

Lavrentis Mahairitsas - Matia dihos logiki [ Eyes without common sense ]


Είναι τα μάτια σου ένας διάδρομος παλιός                                       Your eyes are an old corridor
δάκρυα πνιγμένα ξεφλουδίζουνε τους τοίχους                     muffled tears are flaking off the walls
που ένας ένοικος αθόρυβος κρυφός                                         (walls) that a tenant, silent, secret
αντί συνθήματα                                                                                instead of (putting)slogans
ζωγράφισε με στίχους                                                                               he painted with lyrics

Πιο μέσα υπάρχουν τα σκαλιά                                                             Further in, there are stairs
που οδηγούν                                                                                                  that lead
σ’ ένα υπόγειο με παιχνίδια χαλασμένα                                         to a basement with broken toys
όσα οι άνθρωποι βαριούνται και ξεχνούν                            whatever people get tired of and forget
μετά τη χρήση                                                                                               after using
τα φορτώνουνε σε σένα                                                                               they dump it to you

Μου λες τα μάτια σου                                                                   You're telling me, your eyes
να μην τα αγαπώ                                                                                                  not to love
και να μη πάψω                                                                                          and to never stop
να πιστεύω στα δικά μου                                                                           believing in my own
μα αυτά τα μάτια όπου σταθώ                                                   but these eyes, wherever I stand
κι όπου βρεθώ                                                                                              and find myself
τα έχω πίσω μου                                                                                            I have behind me
και μέσα και μπροστά μου                                                                   inside me and before me

Μέσα στην ίριδα ανάβει μια φωτιά                                                      Inside the iris a fire ignites
που κάθε άστεγο και άνεργο ζεσταίνει                  that warms up every homeless and jobless person
κι η καλοσύνη τους                                                                                            their kindness
απλώνει σα λαδιά                                                                                             spreads like oil
να μαλακώσει μιαν ανάγκη πετρωμένη                                              and softens a petrified need

Σ’αυτά τα μάτια δεν υπάρχει λογική                                    In these eyes there is no common sense
όσο βαθιά κι αν τα κοιτάζω                                                                 however deep inside I look
μ’αγαπούνε                                                                                                      they love me
της ιστορίας πυρπολούν τη φυλακή                                    they set fire to the barriers of history
στα παραμύθια και στ’ αστέρια να με βρούνε              (in order) to find me in fairytales and stars

Μου λες τα μάτια σου                                                                    You're telling me, your eyes
να μην τα αγαπώ                                                                                                 not to love
και να μη πάψω                                                                                      and to never stop
να πιστεύω στα δικά μου                                                                        believing in my own
μα αυτά τα μάτια όπου σταθώ                                                     ut these eyes, wherever I stand
κι όπου βρεθώ                                                                                             and find myself
τα έχω πίσω μου                                                                                          I have behind me
και μέσα και μπροστά μου                                                                    inside me and before me