ΤΑ ΜΠΛΟΥΖ ΤΩΝ ΒΑΛΚΑΝΙΩΝ - BALKAN BLUES
Γιάννης Κότσιρας - Τα μπλουζ των Βαλκανίων. (Yannis Kotsiras - Balkan blues).
Τα μπλουζ των Βαλκανίων
Τ’ αστέρια που δεν ήπιες
Περνούν τα σκουπιδιάρικα, πεινάνε οι λαοί
Και μέσα στα σκυλάδικα, λουστρίνια οι καιροί
Στολίζονται οι πατρίδες
Και γελάνε οι προφήτες
Ελλάδα που σου έβαλαν στα μάγουλά σου ρουζ
Μα θάλασσες γαλάζιες ονειρεύεται ο νους
Ελλάδα των φτωχών, των περασμένων μεγαλείων
Τα μπλουζ που τραγουδάς, τα μπλουζ που τραγουδάς
Τα μπλουζ των Βαλκανίων...
Καρδιά μου ροκ και σπάνια
Τα μπλουζ μας στα Βαλκάνια
Ζεϊμπέκικα τα λέμε.
Κοιτάς απ’ το μπαλκόνι σου
Τον κόσμο που νυχτώνει
Σε μπαρ και πεζοδρόμια συχνάζουν οι σιωπές
Στης πείνας τα μνημόνια, φτηνές υπογραφές
Και Μήδεια θα μοιάζεις
Που ό,τι γέννησε σκοτώνει...
Ελλάδα που σου έβαλαν στα μάγουλά σου ρουζ
Μα θάλασσες γαλάζιες ονειρεύεται ο νους
Ελλάδα των φτωχών, των περασμένων μεγαλείων
Τα μπλουζ που τραγουδάς, τα μπλουζ που τραγουδάς
Τα μπλουζ των Βαλκανίων...
Καρδιά μου ροκ και σπάνια
Τα μπλουζ μας στα Βαλκάνια
Ζεϊμπέκικα τα λέμε
Καρδιά μου ροκ και σπάνια
Τα μπλουζ μας στα Βαλκάνια
Ζεϊμπέκικα τα λέμε.
Balkan blues
You look through the windowat the stars you did not consume
People going through the garbage, they're hungry
And in the doghouses things are looking up
The homelands are decorated
The prophets are laughing
Greece where they put blush on your cheeks
But the nous** dreams about blue seas
Greece of the poor, of past greatness
You sing the blues, you sing the blues
The blues of the Balkans...
Rock has my heart, but rarely
The blues of the Balkans
Called zeimbekika
Look from your balcony
at the people up at night
Bars and sidewalks are usually quiet
Look from your balcony
at the people up at night
Bars and sidewalks are usually quiet
In hunger, memorandums are signed cheaply
You look like Medea
Who kills whatever she gives birth to...
Greece where they put blush on your cheeks
But the nous** dreams about blue seas
Greece of the poor, of past greatness
You sing the blues, you sing the blues
The blues of the Balkans...
Rock has my heart, but rarely
The blues of the Balkans
Rock has my heart, but rarely
The blues of the Balkans
Lyrics: Stavros Stavrou *
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You look like Medea
Who kills whatever she gives birth to...
Greece where they put blush on your cheeks
But the nous** dreams about blue seas
Greece of the poor, of past greatness
You sing the blues, you sing the blues
The blues of the Balkans...
Rock has my heart, but rarely
The blues of the Balkans
Called zeimbekika
The blues of the Balkans
Called zeimbekika
** Nous is specific concept in Orthodox theology which is often translated as either 'mind' or 'intellect' but in fact is neither. It's location is in the heart. Its purpose is to experience direct knowledge of God without the use of the five senses (Orthowiki). The closest word to the concept in English may be 'intuition' (article).
Music: Yiannis Kotsiras** Nous is specific concept in Orthodox theology which is often translated as either 'mind' or 'intellect' but in fact is neither. It's location is in the heart. Its purpose is to experience direct knowledge of God without the use of the five senses (Orthowiki). The closest word to the concept in English may be 'intuition' (article).
Lyrics: Stavros Stavrou *
Posted on: Lyrics Translate
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