Αιμάτινες σκιές από απόσταση [Aimátines skiés apó apóstasi] [English translation]

To the narrations of your life

I often respond

with shivers down my spine

I curl up in an orange blanket

I am being hauled around, blind and end up

to the edge of the couch, of the cliff

Inept at tears and poetry

Asking for another kind of vision

Since we are now old kids

that need a lot of fingers

to count the previous years,

to sink long fingers

in order to touch the initial pain

so that we can preserve happiness

I repeat

I repeat

To the narrations of your life

I often respond

with shivers down my spine

I curl up in an orange blanket

I am being hauled around, blind and end up

to the edge of the couch, of the cliff

Inept at tears and poetry

Asking for another kind of vision

It's only then, suddenly and forcefully, that survival comes

It puts me into an obligatory takeoff

in defensive speed, almost of the light

I am being distanced

in a dome of endless iridescence

And just like that, I see you, my friend,

bloody shadow of a rhythm

Even if you agree; or disagree

Even if you are found in aphony

Partner of the same chord

along with us,

eponymous composer of a big board game

that some people name history

and others name it history... of delight

• Artist:Léna Plátonos
• Album:Γκάλοπ