• Konstantinos Argiros

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My Athens

Lost somewhere in the alleys towards the Philopappou neighbourhood
Where the city has managed to not be in a hurry
Downtown the death race has begun, Saturday night
 
Wind is piercing through my body
I'm more soaked that my trench coat
But I'm desperately looking for you in my Athens
 
I'm overwhermed by the smoke coming from the park
By the jasmine and primrose aromas from the terraces
An out of tune laterna is barely playing the music of Tsitsanis
 
Every night for so many years and it's still not enough
You could say it has become my daily grind
But I'm desperately looking for you in my Athens
 
My loneliness is like a howling wolf in the night
Even the weather is against me tonight
And since the rain never turned into hail
The dawn is breaking
 
It's been months since you went away from me
And the mannequin in my shop window has turned cloudy
But I'm desperately looking for you in my Athens
 
The bell at Loumbardiaris church is ringing mournfully
I feel like it's telling me that today was lost once again
The moon has returned to its hideaway
But I didnt notice it
 
On a bench with my hands as a pillow
I'm tied up to my guillotine by my mind
But I'm desperately looking for you in my Athens
 
My loneliness is like a howling wolf in the night
Even the weather is against me tonight
And since the rain never turned into hail
The dawn is breaking
 
It's been so many months since you went away from me
And the mannequin in my shop window has turned cloudy
But I'm desperately looking for you in my Athens
But I'm desperately looking for you in my Athens
 
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Αθήνα Μου

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Translations of "Αθήνα Μου (Athína ..."

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Comments
Andy ShellAndy Shell    Wed, 11/01/2023 - 18:38

"Downtown the death race has begun, Saturday night" - false meaning of event
The "round of death" is just a show, popular in the 40s-70s, in which motorcyclists rode the walls of a barrel-shaped arena