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.

August Moon

The moon in August is truly glorious... I cannot but associate it with femininity in its most attractive form. From Reflections, the 1970 album composed by Manos Hadjidakis for the band New York Rock and Roll Ensemble, with English lyrics, comes this piece - adapted by the Greek band Raining Pleasure (2005).

She was a lady once of noble name,
noble dame.
She has a silver ring from her king
Give her a nickel, take her out to dine,
give her wine.
Comfort her if she sighs and then cries

Look for her by the fountain on the road, say hello.
Don’t be afraid to smile and then go.
And if you see her talking to herself all alone.
Leave her alone, her heart is at home.

She was a lady once without a care,
golden hair.
She was the only friend of the king
Maybe she’Il come and ask you for your name,
noble Dame.
We’ll give our love to her on her way.

Look for her by the fountain on the road, say hello.
Don’t be afraid to smile and then go.
And if you see her talking to herself all alone.
Leave her alone, her heart is at home.