Καλές γιορτές σε όλους . Αυτές τις μέρες να είμαστε κοντά ο ένας στον άλλο , στα παιδιά που πεινάνε , στους άστεγους ,στους πρόσφυγες από τη Συρία και ας αγωνιστούμε για ένα καλύτερο μέλλον . Happy Holidays to all. These days we are close to each other, the children who are hungry, homeless, refugees from Syria and let us fight for a better future. his home is on a black cape his only company his sorrow was he young, was he old I don t remember anymore but I can clearly recall only with birds he used to talk No one ever cared to be his friend He used to scroll alone with his dog I was picking up some sea-shells and white pebbles when two sea-gulls spoke to me told me I shoyld approach him because I am also alone And I should build a love for him and he would have something to talk about. But my own love is sea itself Ive treasured her like a dear friend Im beggibg the sea to sing for me again so that my mother mermaid Magdalena can hear my call and come ashore Ill ask her to give him back his voice Hell tell me all about his secrets, his mistakes that made him hide away from his friends and his passions and then the stars Ill polish so that theyll shine for him to come beforw the seagulls carry me away Ive lived on a black cape me whole life countinh its pirates every dawn and still there is no sight and no shine of my mother. my song is wasted among waves Its hard to chose between love and sea Ive never cares which one causes pain So I now drift between the two and noone is mine and I fade away Ive lived on a black cape me whole life counting its dreams every dawn.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 17:40:51 +0000