Dear heart, don't hurt so
Καρδιά μου μην παραπονιέσαι
εσύ τα φταις που τυραννιέσαι
Το `ξερες πως θα σε κάψει
η φωτιά που θα σ’ ανάψει
την εγνώριζες
Έλιωνες απ’ τον καημό σου
μα στιγμή απ’ το πλευρό σου
δεν τη χώριζες
Καρδιά μου μην παραπονιέσαι
εσύ τα φταις που τυραννιέσαι
Πως μπορούσε να σου δώσει
μαχαιριά να σε σκοτώσει
δεν το σκέφτηκες
Την επίστεψες στ’ αλήθεια
μα σου πλήγωσε τα στήθια
και παιδεύτηκες
Καρδιά μου μην παραπονιέσαι
εσύ τα φταις που τυραννιέσαι
Dear heart, do not complain,
this torment is your own doing.
You knew that it would consume you,
that fire, that it would inflame you.
You were warned.
Even as your grief was melting you,
not for an instant, from your side
you would let her go.
Dear heart, do not complain,
this torment is your own doing.
That she might give you
a knife-stab that would kill you
you never thought of that
You trusted her truly
but she stabbed your breast
and you suffered
Dear heart, do not complain
this torment is your own doing
Geeske © 08.06.2005