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Translation
Counting
The people of my life
I started counting them*
the present ones, the absent ones
a couple of passers-by
Those who came to stay
those who left before becoming,
the shared ones, the foreign ones,
the very personal ones
Chor: And they are always too few **
or they are always too many
and loneliness makes an emergency
what gives me melancholy.
And they are always too few
or they are always too many
In a counting that opens
my old wound
The people of my life,
I would like to keep them.
The beasts, the angels
and the more normal ones
Those wholeft a mark,
those that darkness took,
those specific ones, the random ones,
the very personal ones
Chor: And they are always too few **
or they are always too many
and loneliness makes an emergency
what gives me melancholy.
And they are always too few
or they are always too many
In a counting that opens
my old wound
Lonely people who left dust
friendships and loves that the roads took away
stolen ones, hidden ones, secretly lent ones,
random ones, brave ones, cowards, scared ones,
my own foreigners, bright and sad ones,
in relationships, in well-locked houses
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Natassa Bofiliou: Top 3
| 1. | Εν λευκώ (En lefkó) |
| 2. | Η Καρδιά Πονάει Όταν Ψηλώνει (I Kardia Ponaei Otan Psilonei) |
| 3. | To Μέτρημα (To Metrima) |
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About translator
*lit : I sat to count them
** meaning "I always end up with having counted too few people, or too many"