Τα κύματα κυματίζουν στον άνεμο
Σαν ρούχα της χορεύτριας στην μουσική
Η προσευχή Κολυμπάει με ελπίδα στην μικρή βάρκα
Η προσευχή φέρνει η φωτιά όταν όλοι οι πυρσοί σβήνουν
Όταν ο ύπνος δεν θέλει να ανοίξει Το σακούλι με τα όνειρα
Και η σιωπή κολλάει στα πόδια όπως οι ζεστοί κόκοι της άμμου
Οι άνθρωποι είναι σταγόνες νερού
Μπαίνουν και φεύγουν, aκλουθώντας το φεγγάρι
και παρόλο που δε μένουν ποτέ στην ακτή,
γιατι πάντα γυρίζουν στη θάλασσα
Και υποσκάπτοντας τα βράχια
Και δίνουν ζωή
I asked the sun
Why does it comes out every morning
And set down on the evenings
With so many beautiful colors,
It just smiled at me and the whole world smiled
I asked the sea about its glittering dress.
The sea called a wind and together they sang
A touching song
About the pearls, and traveling tears.
I asked flowers about the well
Where they take their beautiful smell from
They blushed and pointed out
At the library
"Read! Everything is there."
Now I ask the time, to stop for a while
Just for a moment, for a few minutes
So I could be with you
Because beauty does not dwell in frames
But within the picture i want to know.
Night is beautiful
Isn't it Katerina ?
Dream visits tired pilgrim
Beating clocks loudly announces every hour
Sweeping old dust in messy room
Full of daybreak with forgotten songs from the past
Road in the dark without moon and the stars
To show you the way, so you walk blindly
Stumbling upon the fallen branches
And root of old trees
Be a morning
Little Katerina
Promise of new beginings
Chanting with seagulls about far countries behinds blue seas
Merciful dew mourning over burned meadows
Clouds wandering across the sky – will it rain?
Answer is hidden within the circle of ancient stories
Be a river
Wise Katerina
Bring life to lusting deserts
Carve rocks into the cave sculptures
With one truth and thousands meanings
Rafters would cross your veins
To continue their roads on the other bank
Questions past, present and future
Tangled in your hair.
Be a flower
Beautiful Katerina
Attract bee swarms in your princess robe
Turn to the sun with anticipation of spring
After the long winter
Roses give no shadow for a man
Sitting in the garden,
But fill him with praise for the Creator.
Be a dream
Sleeping Katerina
Travelling on a wings of prayer
Taste like wine – refreshing and heady
