Aristides has died
Πέθανε ο Αριστείδης χτες απάνω στο κρασί
τον εκλαίει η παρέα εκεί κάτω στον Περαία
κι όσες τον γλυκοκοιτάζαν έχουνε μαυροντυθεί
Ο Αριστείδης πέθανε και πίσω δε γυρίζει
κι οι φίλοι του στον καφενέ του παν στεφάνι ρεφενέ
Πέθανε ο Αριστείδης πέθανε σε μια γωνιά
μ’ ένα γέλιο πονεμένο κι ένα όνειρο χαμένο
με την πίκρα των ανθρώπων που δε γνώρισαν χαρά
Ο Αριστείδης πέθανε και πίσω δε γυρίζει
κι οι φίλοι του στον καφενέ του παν στεφάνι ρεφενέ
Aristides has died, yesterday, while he was drunk on wine,
all his friends are crying over him, down in Piraeus,
and all the girls who used to make eyes at him have dressed in mourning black.
Aristides has died and he will not come back,
and his friends go shares and bring him a wreath at the cafe.
Aristides has died, he died in a corner,
with a laugh full of pain and with a lost dream,
with the bitterness of those people who have known no joy.
Aristides has died and he will not come back,
and his friends go shares and bring him a wreath at the cafe.
Geeske © 23.02.2006