To Poulao To Spiti - Yiannis Parios

Όλαόπωςτ'άφησεςείναι,

Στηνκουζίναέναποτήρι

Περιμένειτοστόμασου

Περιμένειτοσώμασου

Όλαόπωςτ'άφησεςείναι,

Στιςκουρτίνεςφέγγειακόμα

Τοίδιοκόκκινοχρώμασου

Τοίδιοκόκκινοχρώμασου

Τοπουλάωτοσπίτι

Κιότιάγγιξεςεσύ

Κιότικοίταξεςεσύ

Κιότιζήσαμεμαζί

Τοπουλάωτοσπίτι

Ημισήζωήμουλείπει

Δενγεμίζει,μ'ένανάνθρωπο

ένασπίτι

Όλαόπωςτ'άφησεςείναι

Έναβιβλίοτσακισμένο

Στησελίδαπουτ'άνοιξες

Στησελίδαπουτ'άνοιξες

Όλαόπωςτ'άξερεςείναι

Μιαζωήσταματημένη

Στοσημείοπουτηνάφησες

Στοσημείοπουτηνάφησες

Everything’s still the way you left it:

A glass in the kitchen

is still waiting for your lips

It’s still waiting for your body

Everything’s still the way you left it:

That same red colour of yours

is still reflected on the curtains

That same red colour of yours…

I’m selling the house

Along with whatever you touched

Along with whatever you laid your eyes on

Along with whatever it was we lived together

I’m selling the house

Half of my life is missing

A man can’t fill a house

just on his own

Everything’s still the way you left it:

A book dog-eared

on the page you last opened

On the page you last opened

Everything’s still the way you knew it:

A whole life paused

at the point you left it

At the point you left it

Everything you left is,

In the kitchen a pantry

Wait for us to stop

Wait for your body

Everything you left is,

In the curtains fegeiakoma

Reddish-brown

Reddish-brown

Topoulaot house

You are touched

You are a class

We cried together

Topoulaot house

Half-life is missing

It does not fill, with a human being

a house

Everything you left is

One book crumpled

You opened the page

You opened the page

Everything you know

One-stop

At the point where you left

At the point where you left

Everything’s still the way you left it:

A glass in the kitchen

is still waiting for your lips

It’s still waiting for your body

Everything’s still the way you left it:

That same red color of yours

is still reflected on the curtains

That same red color of yours…

I’m selling the house

Along with whatever you touched

Along with whatever you laid your eyes on

Along with whatever it was we lived together

I’m selling the house

Half of my life is missing

A man can’t fill a house

just on his own

Everything’s still the way you left it:

A dog-eared book

on the page you last opened

On the page you last opened

Everything’s still the way you knew it:

A whole life paused

at the point you left it

At the point you left it