Mihailsk
At the dock
"Tell me what you are looking for
to the stations you loved.
Whatever they tell you
compasses always point north.
Unless you betray yourself
from the tracks you left,
you will not be redeemed,
if you return to the lairs of the wound.
The fumes on the train tracks
they show you the yesterday, whether you like it or not.
In the harbors, the gusts of the lighthouses
they lit fires, ah, don't cry...
If you get lost again,
in the road of the heart,
somewhere near there
a drunk shadow is waiting.
Sweet balm
I will be by your side.
A thirsting map
to drink the ink of your route..."
From the beloved movie "Πολίτικη κουζίνα" (A Touch of Spice)
At the dock
"Tell me what you are looking for
to the stations you loved.
Whatever they tell you
compasses always point north.
Unless you betray yourself
from the tracks you left,
you will not be redeemed,
if you return to the lairs of the wound.
The fumes on the train tracks
they show you the yesterday, whether you like it or not.
In the harbors, the gusts of the lighthouses
they lit fires, ah, don't cry...
If you get lost again,
in the road of the heart,
somewhere near there
a drunk shadow is waiting.
Sweet balm
I will be by your side.
A thirsting map
to drink the ink of your route..."
From the beloved movie "Πολίτικη κουζίνα" (A Touch of Spice)