Song of The Dawn

Ξύπνα, μικρό μου κι άκουσε,
Κάποιο μινόρε της αυγής,
Για σένανε είναι γραμμένο,
Από το κλάμα, κάποιας ψυχής.

Το παραθύρι σου άνοιξε,
Ρίξε μου μια γλυκιά ματιά,
Κι ας σβήσω πια, τότε μικρό μου,
Μπροστά στο σπίτι σου, σε μια γωνιά.

(Σπύρος Περιστέρης - Μίνως Μάτσας)

♥

Wake up, my little one, and listen,
To this 'minore' of the dawn
It is written for you,
Out of a soul's lament

Open your window,
Throw me a sweet glance,
And then let me die, my little one
In front of your home, at a corner

(Spyros Peristeris - Minos Matsas, my translation)


I would like to thank my friend Jessica, the blogger behind Whoa, Mamma, for letting me know of Costas Tsicaderis' recordings. Costas Tsicaderis was a Greek - Australian singer - songwriter, and Jessica's father.

Staying Behind

A very dear friend of mine is leaving Greece to study, and she likes this song very much, so I am really doing this post for her. I do have a feeling however that it is more about those who stay behind...

If you love Sokratis Malamas, you will definitely love this. Music and lyrics by Thanasis Papakonstantinou, first performance: 2006.

IN THE VALLEY OF TEMPI

In the valley of Tempi
-the terror of train drivers-
there is an old plane tree
alone and desperate

Who drinks from the river's
troubled, holy water
He drinks and spreads his roots
deep down in that untold of place

And whenever he has a temper
he bends and falls down onto the rails
he grabs the train by the ear
«Do not go past Yevgeli»

Pineios told me his secret,
talkative Pineios, the river
that he once was a man
whose children had emigrated.

(My translation)