Stand up, my soul

"With planes and steamships

and with the old friends

we walk around in the dark

and yet you don't listen to us.

You can't hear us singing

with electric voices,

into the underground galleries,

until our trajectories meet

your basic principles.

 

My Father, Batis, (Unreachable Mother Form of Earth and Sky)

came from Smyrna in '22 (I will disappear from your eyes both)

and lived fifty years (into the world)

in a bottom secret (like a refugee in a bottom secret).

In this place those who love (if they love)

they eat dirty bread (they eat dirty bread,

the faithful of your word

and their desires follow them (and their desires follow an underground path)

underground route.

 

Last night I saw a friend

like an elf walking around

on the motorcycle

and dogs ran behind him.

 

Stand up, my soul, give me power,

set your clothes on fire (like Marco),

set the instruments on fire (set the instruments on fire),

to shake like a black spirit

(to close the door but shake like a black spirit)

our terrible voice (our terrible voice)."

 

🎧Ζεϊμπέκικο 1972

 

I know its a "difficult" sound, but its a great, powerful greek song which I love...

Done