My old friend
With voices, the years don't turn back
You never asked why the rain brings me
I will not seek destinies in another sky
In your arms
I'll be back tonight, guilt-free.
And my heart's brakes are broken.
My old friend
You cannot bring back the years by crying out
You've never asked, why the rain is carrying me
I shall not seek destiny in another sky
Tonight, without remorse
I shall be back in your arms again
Having exceeded all the limits of my heart
My old friend
How time passed, without our will
But, in the defeated gaze
And more the night swears by the Moon.
In the desert castle
The soul, washed by love
For loneliness to dance and whatever happens.
My old friend
How time has elapsed without our consent
My defeated glance had seen otherwise
Still, the night keeps a different vow to the moon
Keeping my soul
In the desert castle, I've washed off my love
To let loneliness dance and whatever may come
I will drip honey.
In the glass, now the almond tree laughs
Pollen scatters in the winter on the sheet
My thought became the homeland of snow
How many songs?
The moon, on your flowery balcony
He will speak for us, until the frost is gone.
I'll drop honey
Into the glass, the almond-tree is laughing
Spreading pollen all over the sheet of winter
My thought has become the homeland of snow
Innumerable songs
The moon upon your blossomed balcony
Will narrate about us until the frost is gone
My old friend
In the basement of the heart, darkness
But yours too, fades away alone
A spark, look, I dig out of my ashes
Through the fog
I have a butterfly on my lips, my soul
New light, from the old I can partake.
My old friend
Darkness reigns in the basement of my heart
Likewise yours is fading away lonely
Behold, I'm disinterring a spark from my ashes
Amidst the fog
Keeping my soul on the lips like a butterfly
To receive new light as holy communion from the old one
The lie melts away
I am yours, paper boat.
With an unfulfilled kiss, I will dream
Almond tree in bloom, against February
My old friend
Give me one last dance.
Then, I will never ask for another favor...
The lie is melting
I am your own paper vessel
I'm dreaming with an unfulfilled kiss
A blossomed almond-tree out of spite to February
My old friend
Grant me one more last dance
Afterwards, I shall never ask a favor of you…
Translation: Georgia Lapata
Poetry collection: Tomorrow the words are ears of corn
Tomorrow in the name of Love
Life of Diktao
photo Greek Radio FL
