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I've Hated Sundays Since I Was A Child

Well, I wake up late on Sundays
And drink my coffee by myself.
With the metro to Piraeus
I look upon my insides and those outside of me.
 
I look around but don't see myself anywhere,
Everything in my mind is a big mess.
I'm not sure if I'm sad or glad,
If I should stay or go.
 
Different faces, mules, seamen.
Who could be the thieves and who the policemen?
I later sneaked into some cinema,
Next to me five or six Pakistani men were sat.
 
The lights go out and I am now a nobody.
Naked women come on screen.
Nobody cares if I'm alive or dying.
My hands slips into my pants.
 
Breath cut short, the anxiety of being discovered.
I don't even know how I got here.
In the week's awful porno,
Sunday is my worst day.
 
I stand at the door, looking for a key.
Everything in my mind is a big mess.
I've hated Sundays since I was a child.
I pull the chair so I can sit.
 

Bleib Treu Cafe (Berlin 1976)

I liked the bars in Berlin
After 3 am
When the blondes would slowly get wasted
Lonely princesses,
Lovers of nothing
On the island of the losers
Silently enjoying themselves
At the losers' celebration
Silently enjoying themselves every night
 
Erika, Maria, Monika, Sabine
Will we ever see again
The snow of December
Fall in the evening
Outside the window wall
Of Bleib Treu Cafe
 
“Berlin, ach du Berlin”
“Berlin, ach du Berlin”
“Berlin, ach du Berlin”
 
His cold laughter
I hear and become scared
The laughter of war
I hear again coming from everywhere
Ah! How easily we forget
The crime blows again from every side
 
Erika, Maria, Monika, Sabine
Will we ever see again
The snow of December
Fall in the evening
Outside the window wall
Of Bleib Treu Cafe
 
“Berlin, ach du Berlin”
“Berlin, ach du Berlin”
Sie heißt Lili Marlene!
 

Naked Shadow

I have now forgotten you
But my blood still remembers you
It's winter
But still deep into the earth
But still deep into the earth
The summer sun is asleep, asleep
 
Like a colour I dreamt and no longer remember,
And like a wound the time refused to heal,
Fleshly fire, naked shadow,
The only thing I remember still,
Are your long fingers
 
Perhaps it was the room's sneaky light
Perhaps it was the shadows dancing on the walls,
And the distant sounds of the street.
Perhaps it was your warm body, perhaps
That made the moments feel eternal.
 
Fleshly fire, naked shadow,
The only thing I remember still,
Are your long fingers
The only thing I remember still
 
Fleshly fire, naked shadow,
The only thing I remember still,
Are your long fingers
 

Apology Girls

This empty look in my mirror
I know it well from years ago
Looking at me like the sad girls who loved me,
Some pale, chubby ones with glasses.
 
Those you don't give a second look
Night love hotels
You wait for the storm to pass and then
You leave and they look at you sorrowfully.
 
They know from the start but always hope
When they give you their kiss in suspense.
They can see it in your eyes
You can see it in theirs
Their life is full of ''we're over''s
 
I only have words and theories left
I, too, was a ''we're over'' in your life.
I left like a thief without a word
And didn't consider your sadness.
 
A ridiculous bullshitter
A show off when he can
A stupid, dizzy little man
Kidding myself in my penis's folklore.
 
Apology girls in your eyes
There's a sorrow I haven't forgotten.
Sad girls, fairies of love
I've lost everything there was to lose.
 
And out of those I have left, this song
I give you tonight that I am staying up late all alone.
It sounds stupid but it's the flower,
It's the caress and the words I owe,
It's the gentle caress I owe you.
 

Santorini

Wind has risen
the lights were lit
the ship whistled
the night is coming
 
In forests since aeons
alone you wander
the wild light you worship
in white chambers
 
Saxophones of spring
in the lava of your heart
your hair were loosened
and summer came
 
The miracle has happened
 
You slide among the mist
of strange times
phosphoric ship
of the upper seas
Santa Irini
 
The eyes of Sindbad
gazed at you forever
as he was beginning pensive
to go to nowhere.
 
The miracle has happened
 

Personal Visions

We are living our little tales
in the centre and the backstreets
drunken dreams, cancelled plans,
desperate phone calls
 
Again I'm thinking that maybe you weren't
what I dreamt of
but I remember how I saw one night the eyes of sadness
smiling at me
 
Maybe I wasn't what you dreamt of either
it's all personal visions, anyway.
I feel like I'm losing you...
my sweet love, goodnight.
 

Basement

You didn't count the suns
that asked for you all these years.
Where are you, lady
with the light blue eyelashes?
 
The withering girl
hid you in her dress
five winters ago they buried you
in muddy snow
 
A big bat is feeding
off of your youth
that's why the night falls early
before you're full.
The noon is burning
in the highest rooms
his blond wave
is covering the streets.
 
You're dying with the poets
every sunset.
Your hands smell
like their hair.
The church bell in which you no longer believe
is ringing.
In a stranger's back yard you're speaking
with the moon.
 
Milosz brought you
spring this year.
Who else could care about
your hunger?
His ivory car
made the neighbourhood mad.
Become pretty, become pretty,
he'll show you off to the orchands.
 
You have a smile
made of pearls,
Sicelian fishermen
gave it to you to wear.
Search for it and find it
before the night shuts you in
a basement deeper
than this one
 

Play, My Raspy Harmonica

Play, my raspy harmonica
for those who have come here tonight
who knows what the morning will bring
ladies and gentlemen, good evening
 
Play, my raspy harmonica
who knows if she remembers me now
play for my love
who's sleeping with another
 
Play, my raspy harmonica
play Paloma for me
don't leave, even though it's late
let's have another drink
play for those who have come
the night is still young
 

Rita Ritaki

Versions: #2
The river is struggling to flow into the sea
And the poet is searching to find his muse
The wave is trying to find its way to the coastline
And I'm looking for you, who stood me up again
 
I was looking for trouble and I finally found it
And I went ahead and loved a baby named Rita
Rita is 18 and I am 45
Rita, you're in the beginning and I'm close to dying
 
Rita Ritaki 1, you're afraid of no one
Rita Ritaki, you remember nothing
Rita Ritaki, where are you sleeping tonight
 
You had told me many times that you didn't love me
I'm sorry, I didn't realise that you meant it
So, I'm saying goodbye and leaving without any words
With my head held high and my soul down at my feet
 
Rita Ritaki, you're afraid of no one
Rita Ritaki, you remember nothing
Rita Ritaki, where are you sleeping tonight
 
I want you, yes, I want you
 

• 1. Ritaki is a diminutive of Rita

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