Δι' ευχών [Di' efchón] [English translation]
Δι' ευχών [Di' efchón] [English translation]
Hawks are flying from the nests
To witness the picture of our fearful life
like the ancient sinners
who were never embraced and never found a hideout.
Under the sickened rain
on the highways of the freezer trucks
The soul's black oil
isn't burning for something that seems a blessing
By the wishes of our patron saints
in the temples of the great laments
By the wishes of the saints of the earth
of a visible and hidden wound
By the wishes of the saints you cry to
that you are able to say I love you
By the wishes of the saints forevermore
with a Divine breath
I glance upon the sun from the mountain
and the dynamite of my soul shatters the rock
Where to am I going
in the five meters of the worldwide common sense
Carved with the initials
name and blood and race and ancient walls
and with a package, in greek
dear world, I shall write my prophecies with the nails.
By the wishes of our patron saints
in the temples of the great laments
By the wishes of the saints of the earth
of a visible and hidden wound
By the wishes of the saints you cry to
that you are able to say I love you
By the wishes of the saints forevermore
with a breath Divine
- Artist:Haris Alexiou
- Album:Δι' ευχών (1992)