Anaveis Foties and Kosmotheoria

Οκ. I'll be here!

Poulopoulos__Paidi mou ora sou kali, ΚΙ ΑΝ ΠΕΡΠΑΤΩ, ΜΕ ΜΙΑ ΒΡΟΧΗ
Its Poulopulos night.

If u dislike the choice dont bother. I'll find u something else to do.

Κι αν περπατώ
And if i walk

Κι αν περπατώ κι αν περπατώ
And if i walk and if i walk
δεν ξέρω που πηγαίνω,
i don’t know where i’m going
ο δρόμος με ακολουθεί
the road follows me
Χριστέ και Παναγιά
Christ and Virgin Mary
κοντά σου πάντα μένω....
I always stay close to you…

Δέντρο καμμένο απ τη φωτιά
Tree which is burnt from the fire
γίνηκε το κορμί μου,
My body has become,
μα στην καρδιά μου έχω δροσιά
But in my heart I have freshness
Χριστέ και Παναγιά,
Christ and Virgin Mary,
όταν σε δώ καλή μου...
When I see you my dear…

Φαρμάκι μού'γινε η ζωή
My life became a gall (poison)
στο δρόμο που πηγαίνω,
In the road that I’m going,
ο πόνος με ακολουθεί
The pain follows me
Χριστέ και Παναγιά,
Christ and Virgin Mary
μακριά σου αργοπεθαίνω...
Away from you I die slowly…

Με μια βροχή
With a rain

Με μια βροχή, ψιλή βροχή
With a rain, a ‘’thin’’* rain
πήρα την στράτα απ' την αρχή
I walked the street from the beginning
μη και σε ξανανταμώσω
In case of seeing you again
απ' τον καημό σου να γλυτώσω
To escape from my longing

Ψιλή βροχή και βρέχομαι
‘’thin’’* rain and I’m getting wet
πες ένα λόγο κι έρχομαι
Say a word and I’m coming

Αχ μια βροχή, ψιλή βροχή
Ah a rain, a ‘’thin’’* rain
μου παίρνει απόψε την ψυχή
It takes from me tonight my soul
απ' τον καημό σου δεν γλυτώνω
From your longing I don’t escape
σε ζητώ, δεν σ'ανταμώνω
I call for you, I don’t meet you

* I don’t know how to translate it!!!

Παιδί μου, ώρα σου καλή
Good luck, my child

Φουρτούνιασεν η θάλασσα
The sea became rough
και βουρκωθήκαν τα βουνά,
And the mountains burst into tears,
είναι βουβά τ' αηδόνια μας
Our nightingales are silent
και τα ουράνια σκοτεινά
And the sky (is) dark
κι η δόλια μου ματιά θολή,
And my pitiful glance (is) muddy
παιδί μου, ώρα σου καλή!
Good luck, my child!

Βουίζει το κεφάλι μου
My head buzzes
σαν του χειμάρρου τη βοή,
Like the hum of the torrent,
ξηράθηκαν τα χείλη μου
My lips dried up
και μου εκόπηκι η πνοή
And my breath cut
σ' αυτό το ύστερο φιλί,
In this last kiss,
παιδί μου, ώρα σου καλή!
Good luck, my child!

Να σε παιδέψει ο πλάστης μου,
To pester you my creator,
καταραμένη ξενιτιά,
To be damned foreign lands,
μας παίρνεις τα παιδάκια μας
You take our little kids
και μας αφήνεις στη φωτιά,
And you leave us in fire,
και πίνουμε τόση χολή
And we drink so much bile (poison)
όταν τα λέμ' "ώρα καλή!".
When we say ‘’good luck!’’

what a translating engine you are ! applause! thanks
Kisses

oh ..the third one is very sad

You're welcome, besides they were small!!! I kiss you back!!!

Yeah, is for the sailors!

hope i tire u enaugh and u will have nice dreams now.
kalinihta maria.
sweet dreams

Well, I think. It speaks about the people who go to a foreign land and their mothers say goodbye to them.

Kalinihta!

what? u are not still sleepy?

Νο, i think that's my curse. Sometimes I cannot sleep at nights. In addition, there is heat and the cars outside pass like blazes. I hate noice at nights. Where are you my little city?

I am healing insomnia for just 50 pralins per day.
Please contact me on a new user name "sleeping pralina" from now on if u want my help.

oh... now u do bad for my buisnes. no one will contact me for healing them.
pity!

U should come to my place . Here u hear only your self breathing. My building is arouned by parks . Wonderful

Ι'm sorry if I harm your buisness,but that's me! Well, I hate the big cities, but mine doesn't have university!Sniff Sniff!

Eh my city is big and it have and peace and universitys! If u didnt puten me knife in my back for my healing capability maybe I would give you a hint how to have all in one. Like this no way