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