Music: Diafana Krina � Lyrics: Thanos Anestopoulos
Only thousand years has passed
and I used to die from love
until it came this blue winter
to strike all these which are dead from the century.
I measured at the hours of the typhoon
at the hours that the heart was barfing ashes
moveless in the swirl of the cyclone
I only hear saying to me �pain�!
My body wasn�t given to the rocks
wasn�t dry up my last tear
love seasons, witches, liars
unredemption hours of the most beautiful nights!
I won�t compare the light with dark
neither the lamp with black wolf
won�t feed me mother�s stroke anymore
let�s close my soul�s shaft!
Only thousand years has passed�
JUSTELENE
Music: Diafana Krina � Lyrics: Pantelis Rodostoglou
In loan years, unawares and foreign
in the misty rivers where I live like a black lamper eel
in the breath of the north, in beating universes
will smolder like a fire the fire and the oblivion.
My eyes will have scoria, I will be living without you
the children will deride me, I will drink from the black cistern
in your fresh thighs where reposing tenderly
my arms, two tired deers.
And I who I can�t forget her name
hanging around searching her perfume
in the garden of Gesthimani I will wake without voice
like a sad ghost in the tomb of love.
ALL THESE THAT I WON�T SEE
Music: Diafana Krina � Lyrics: Pantelis Rodostoglou
Someone was running in the crowd
someone else not me
I was feeding the wolfs
and sleeping in the mountain.
Someone has stole my years
and took my soul
I was listening the nightingales
and drinking fudge wine.
Someone was living my life
he has entered in my house
I was watching him from the scuttle
that he was preparing to sleep.
Someone was crying with remorses
for all these that I was betrayed
for all these that I loved
for all these that I won�t see.
Someone is leaving with ship
someone who isn�t me
at the pier in the cold
I watching him sadly.
PUT TO DRINK
Music: Diafana Krina � Lyrics: K. Kartheos
The dreams that we suckled in the blood of our hearts
were flied and spilled in the stream of life
but haply we always ask for the unapproachably
put to drink.
The forepassed dead, the present will not stay
food of pigs became our most white lilies
but haply we always croon for the dead
put to drink.
Brothers the boat is waiting for us at the mole
come travelers to drink all together
in the blithe beach and let�s regaling and singing
put to drink.
Anyone who don�t drunk and won�t sing
and anyone who is walking on the spines, one day he won�t leave
our sweet island that we stronlgy step on it
put to drink.
Tell us where the man is going when he leaves from the world
tell us where the wind is going, where the fire is going when she die
we are shadows of dreams, clouds that we passing
put to drink.
There are all written in our bumper glass
the things to come are smoke and the forepassed are foam
smoke and foam our laugh and we are singing
put to drink.
Listen, we don�t hurry to leave boatman
but when the time will come, nod us, we don�t ask you for a favor
but until you leave, await, and if you want we treating you
put to drink.
WILD HONEY
Music: Diafana Krina � Lyrics: Thanos Anestopoulos
Let me hold upon you when I pain
and let me bow my head on your shoulder
let me envy your hands which are not shaking
fair envy in unfair law of life.
Let me listen tears and wet laughs
and let me give in your look an indecorous stroke
you are infusing with breaths while is dying
if you want, our best youth night.
Let me roost like a wreck upon the wrecks
and let me spit silences in another two life times of mine
the clouds are not running and how I will breathe
with closed shutters and mortal lungs.
Let me nest secretly in the creases of youth
and let me chant slowly the mother�s song
your hands are not shaking, I am the guzzler
I am meter, rhythm, the ode and the Panas.
My feet don�t hold to run close to you
like a supplejack let me bundle your body, who wants
but who don�t want snake to be, imagine
to trickle salinity from wild honey.
YOUR LOOK CRIPPLE MY DESTINY
Music: Diafana Krina � Lyrics: Pantelis Rodostoglou
You had the look that crippled my destiny
and a silence which are spooking secrets
a doorstep where you were waiting the nothing
and a cat with the name Sylvia Plath.
You had a handful of dust stars in your palm
while you turn sweetly in your sleep
a tired love, cold, chase in your embrace
and one slowly death in the jasmines.
I wasn�t knowing you but always loving you
I was scaring of you and living in your shadow
I had a lie to live and burst to the void
I couldn�t remember why I was paining.
PALM SUNDAY
Music: Diafana Krina � Lyrics: Pantelis Rodostoglou
Like a rain by ashes in an opal sea
I rolled in your life and I damaged everything
so I stayed here like a stone giant
a baneful nothing in wrought by your stars.
How much longer I will exist in your ragged memories
how much longer I will bleeding with verses
the breath from your laugh, the crackles from the steps
the chill of love in the spasms of your mouth
I wasted all these years for awaiting your shade
a warm arm let close my eyes.
I am dying powerless far away from your strokes
in my life are verging death moons.
Palm Sunday, spring night
I am sending for your celebration
a postcard from Hades.
MY YEARS ARE SHIPWRECKED AT YOUR REEFS
Music: Diafana Krina � Lyrics: Pantelis Rodostoglou
Your breath was my first homeland
and your smell was my first addiction
I left from Thebes a long time ago
and I am strolling cripple and blind.
Sacramental in the waters of your oblivion
exhausted from your days and works
be apprenticed to counted out loves
because my years are shipwrecked at your reefs.
I resign my miserable body, my wounds
to make a practise the maniacs and the beginners
Oh God, how were parching my wounds
where were quenching the shipwreckers and the legionaries.
And I will be paying the worth to time
the loneliness for all the strokes that I was asking
for the love that dips me in pain
and so I maimed you that I was loving you.
I wonder if someone remembers our name
the superlative moons of our lives
our emotions, our sorrows, our formidables
I wonder if we never exist? In our dreams!
THEMETHLO
Music: Diafana Krina � Lyrics: Linos Ioannidis
I was going through the lorn and benighted city
the iron channels
the sleeps of rubbish.
In the galleries
uncomplaining chords, voices were moaning
whisperings in the splenetics
were settling and falling silent.
Dizziness of underworlds,
pulse and versifications,
sickly unfortunate flit of darkness.
I felt the frosty underground tubes
in my viscera are crackling horribly
and shaking.
With a vapour respiration and lean cope,
in the madness of loneliness
in my coldly of my pain
in my deception minds
and in the sleepiness of soul,
I was descending in unemotionally waters of my water vapours.
SOME RAMSHACKLE HEARTS
Music: Diafana Krina � Lyrics: Pantelis Rodostoglou
You are coming to me without know the reason why
you are settling in the light and blearing without reason
you are hanging around silent your nightmares
with your heart beating from fear.
You are coming to me without know the reason why
and you are sighing while the Hesperus is blazing
the life is a sob my love
someone who is crying in the mountains of Venus.
You are coming to me without know the reason why
something from your hell belongs to my life
something from the nights that we dying together
and I were killing skylarks not to hear your voice.
Our years were wounds
in tired heels
voices that sounded dead
inside the empty cisterns
without responding
at least from a fake echo
some ramshackle hearts
in the circus of love.
AT FIRST
Music: Diafana Krina � Lyrics: Blas De Otero
If I had lose the life, the time, everything
everything I dropped, like a ring, in the water
if I had lose the voice in the weeds,
the word remains to me.
If I had suffer for thirsty, hunger, and everything
everything that was mine and I degenerated into nothing,
if I had reap the shadows in speechlessly,
the word remains to me.
If I opened the lips to see the face
the raging and plain of my country,
if I opened the lips until I fissure them,
the word remains to me.
