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Στίχοι: Νίκος Παπάζογλου
Μουσική: Νίκος Παπάζογλου
Πρώτη εκτέλεση: Νίκος Παπάζογλου
Άλλες ερμηνείες:
Γλυκερία
Το Σάββατο ή την Κυριακή
αυτή την εβδομάδα
θα κάνω κάτι που καιρό
το είχα κατά νου.
Θα πάρω το βαρκάκι μου
ότι καιρό κι αν έχει
και θ’ ανοιχτώ απέναντι
προς το Καραμπουρνού.
Κρύβει πόνο κρύβει πόνο
ένα τέτοιο ταξίδι στα παλιά
τότε που μόνα μου σύνεργα δυο μάτια
να ρουφάν το ηλιοβασίλεμα αργά
κι άλλοτε πάνω στης βιτρίνας τα εργαλεία
να ξεροσταλιάζουν λαίμαργα.
Η πόλη από κει μακριά
δεν είναι τόσο γκρίζα
και ο Χορτιάτης φαίνεται
να είναι γαλανός.
Μακριά εκεί ο ορίζοντας
παύρει πια να ορίζει
και γίνονται ένα
θάλασσα και ουρανός
Να δώ όλες τις γειτονιές
που αλώνιζα μικράκι
να θυμηθώ τις ομορφιές
που πήγαν άδικα.
Φρέσκο ασβεστωμένο
μες στα δέντρα το Μπαίρι
και δίχως αυτοκίνητα
τα λεμονάδικα.
Κρύβει πόνο κρύβει πόνο
ένα τέτοιο ταξίδι στα παλιά
τότε που μόνα μου σύνεργα δυο μάτια
να ρουφάν το ηλιοβασίλεμα αργά
κι άλλοτε πάνω στης βιτρίνας τα εργαλεία
να ξεροσταλιάζουν λαίμαργα.
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Lyrics: Nikos Papazoylou
Music: Nikos Papazoylou
First version: Nikos Papazoylou
Other versions:
Ylykeria
On Saturday or Sunday
this week
I shall do something which for a long time
I've had coming to me
I shall take my little boat
whatever the weather may be
and I'll set out across the sea
towards Karampournou *
It hides a pain, it hides a pain
such a journey into the past times
when all I had to work with were two eyes
that were drinking in the sunset, slowly
and elsewhere, over the tools in the shop-window
waiting endlessly, greedily.
The city *, from there, from that far off,
is not so very grey
and the Chortiatis * looks
as if it were sky-blue
The horizon, from there, far off,
stops being a limitation
and they become one
the sky and the sea
Let me see all the neighbourhoods
where I knocked about as a kid
Let me remember all that was lovely
and went in vain
Freshly white-washed
Mpairi * among the trees
and no cars among
the lemonadika.
It hides a pain, it hides a pain
such a journey into the past times
when all I had to work with were two eyes
that were drinking in the sunset, slowly
and elsewhere, over the tools in the shop-window
waiting endlessly, greedily.
| | | | Translator's notes:
* All the * are on the map of Thessaloniki, "the city" meant in the song, Papazoglou's home town. In case you hadn't noticed yet, the Thessalonokioi are unusually fierce in their love for their city (not to mention contagious).
Karampournou or Karampournaki, or "akri Mikro Emvolo", is the eastern point of the crescent-shape of the city, that is, the Kalamaria end, the cape you see sticking out into the sea behind the Megaro if you look at it from, say, the White Tower.
The Chortiatis is the mountain ridge that rises behind the city, supporting, sheltering, looming... The villages up the mountain flanks are, each in its own way, part of the city too. You may have heard of Panorama, if only because of those dangerous triangular pastries... Chortiatis is about 1000 m high, and steep in proportion, as its top is only about 10 km from the sea, of which at least half is a coastal flat only barely above sea-level. The mountain is extremely narrow, just a fine ridge, it goes down on the other side just as steeply towards the twin lakes of Koronia and Volvi. There is a fairly good road up, because there are a lot of telecom antenna's on it. And the view is more than worth the climb, especially on a clear day.
Mpairi is an old name (of Turkish origin) for the Ano Poli, the steep part of town, up the hill, with the tiny houses and the streets that become stairs every now and then. |  Geeske © 25-04-2005 @ 00:29 |
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