Colours

My little Galatea,

Today is a beautiful day and that' s because I thought of you on the way to work! To be exact, I heard a song that I haven't heard for a million years (ok, more like fourteen but who's counting, exept me?) When I heard it while driving, I didn't recognised it instantly, because It was raining (not pleasure silly) like crazy, so I was very careful, but I started singing it without knowing that some tears would make my eyes look more "rainny" than outside.

After a while I realised that this was a song of a mixed tape that I have made for you back then! A collection of songs that reminded me of you, followed by a complete translation of all the lyrics, so you could understand what I was trying to tell you with the help of melodies!




The name of the song was "Hromata- Colours" from the the singing duet "Ekinos+Ekinos - He+He" and it talks about how my black and white fills with colours every time you enter it. Believe me when I say that this moody cloudy moring turned into bright and colourful only by thinking of you!

I don't remember much of the rest of the tape so please, if you'll be kind enough to send me an e-mail with the rest of the "collection" so I will know which were the songs that reminded me of you back then (1993)

It started raining again outside my window, but i don't really care, because even the thought of how great "fun" we had together makes me laugh like a 15 year old child, as old I was when I first "met" you!

Your Pygmalion.

Χρώματα

Ακόμα ένα άχρωμο πρωί
και εγώ να ψάχνω πάλι εσένα,
να βρω την φωτεινή σου την μορφή
τα χρώματα τα αγαπημένα.


Μωρό μου πόσο ασπρόμαυρα είναι όλα όταν λείπεις,
μωρό μου πόσο έγχρωμο είναι να σε αγαπώ.
Tο μαύρο πάρε μακριά της νύχτας και της λύπης,
στα χρώματα σου να ‘ρθω να χαθώ.

Το βλέμμα των ανθρώπων μολυβί,
κάτω από το βάρος του βουλιάζω.
H μόνη που με σώζει είσαι εσύ,
μες της φωνής σου το γαλάζιο.

Κιτρινισμένη εικόνα η ζωή
και ξεθωριάζουνε οι μέρες,
μα δραπετεύω εγώ ψηλά εκεί
μες τις πολύχρωμες σου σφαίρες.


Colours

Yet another colourless morning
and I am lookingfor you.
To find your bright figure,
the beloved colours.

My baby everything looks like black and white when you're gone.
My baby how colourfull is to love you!
Take away the "blackness" of of the night and the sorrow,
so I would get lost in your colours.

The look of people (is) dark grey,
underneath its weight I am sinking.
Only you can save me
inside the light blue of your voice.

Yellowed image is life,
and days fade away.
But I escape up there
inside your multi-coloured spheres.