Ερωτικό Κάλεσμα - Cry For Love

Ἔλα κοντά μου, δὲν εἶμαι ἡ φωτιά.
Τὶς φωτιὲς τὶς σβήνουν τὰ ποτάμια.
Τὶς πνίγουν οἱ νεροποντές.
Τὶς κυνηγοῦν οἱ βοριάδες.
Δὲν εἶμαι, δὲν εἶμαι ἡ φωτιά.

Ἔλα κοντά μου δὲν εἶμαι ἄνεμος.
Τοὺς ἄνεμους τοὺς κόβουν τὰ βουνά.
Τοὺς βουβαίνουν τὰ λιοπύρια.
Τοὺς σαρώνουν οἱ κατακλυσμοί.
Δὲν εἶμαι, δὲν εἶμαι ὁ ἄνεμος.

Ἐγὼ δὲν εἶμαι παρὰ ἕνας στρατηλάτης
ἕνας ἀποσταμένος περπατητὴς
ποὺ ἀκούμπησε στὴ ρίζα μιᾶς ἐλιᾶς
ν᾿ ἀκούσει τὸ τραγούδι τῶν γρύλων.
Κι ἂν θέλεις, ἔλα νὰ τ᾿ ἀκούσουμε μαζί.

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Come close to me,I'm not fire.
Fires are extinguished by rivers.
Are drowned by storms.
Are chased by north winds.
No,I'm not,I'm not fire.

Come close to me,I'm not the wind.
Winds are cut off by the mountains.
Are silenced by the burning sun.
Are overwhelmed by floods.
No,I'm not,I'm not the wind.

I am nothing but a warrior,
a resting walker who laid his body
down the root of an olive tree,
to hear the song of the crickets.
And if you wish,come to hear it together.


Menelaos Loudemis