Τον δρόμο λάθος πήραμε
We wrongly walked through life
και χώρια τα σοκάκια
and we followed seperate paths
και σαν τα στάχυα γείραμε
and as if we were wheat, we bent
στο "προδομένο" χτες
forced of the "betrayed" yesterday
Κλείσε την πόρτα μας ξανά
You should close our door once again
είσαι για μένα τώρα πια
from now on, you represent for me
μάνα, γυναίκα, Παναγιά
a mother, a wife, a Madonna.
Χρυσό σταυρό κρεμάσαμε
As if it was a golden cross, we hung on
στα στήθια μας το κρίμα
our chests, the pity
και την αγάπη χάσαμε
and we lost love itself
σε ξένες αγκαλιές.
into the arms of strangers.
Last edited by Amethystos; 07-14-2011 at 04:31 PM.
"Gilgamesh, where are you hurrying to?
You will never find that life for which you are looking.
When the gods created man they allotted to him death,
but life they retained in their own keeping"