Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.
"Neratzoula fountomeni
Neratzoula fountomeni
pou 'ne t' anthia sou, neratzoula, pou 'ne t' anthia sou
pou 'ne i poti sou emorfada
pou 'n' ta kali sou, neratzoula, pou 'n' ta kali sou.
Fisikse vorias ki ageras Fisikse vorias ki ageras
ke ta tinakse, neratzoula, ke ta tinakse
Se parakalo voria mou
Se parakalo voria mou
fisa tapina, neratzoula, fisa tapina "
NERANZOULA (LE PETIT ORANGER) [Little bitter-orange tea]
"Bushy Neratzoula, where are your flowers, neratzoula? where is your former beauty? where is your beauty?"
"The North Wind blew and shook them off, neratzoula.
I beg you, my North Wind, blow quietly, neratzoula"
sittin on a rock on the sea shore
head down,humming,lost in my thoughts
seagulls circling around me,wind in my ears
sun high in the sky,wet sand covering my feet,
i think of you.
Your smile,your laughter,
your soft voice whispering in my ear"i love you".
my head suddendly turns, my eyes staring at you,
losing myself in your deep black eyes.
And then.........
fingers interwining,hearts beating fast,skins touching,
our mouths caressing,our souls melting in a deep kiss.
My arms holding you close to me,protecting you....
my heart on the verge of explosion for the passion
i feel for you,my loved one,my girl,my baby.
now's all gone,and i can't help but smile sadly.
Turning my head up,i can see your face
smiling from distance,lost in the horizon mist.
My heart is burning,aching,my hands find just emptyness
my tears rolls down my cheeks.
Strange how they taste just like sea water........
i pass my hand thru my hair,the sun burns my skin,but i don't care.
I call out your name,many ,many times,til my voice loses itself in the wind,mixing with the echoes of the seagulls chants........
I hear you calling
calling me back,back to you,
and i run,run torwards you,my love,my arms outstretched,
like a child runs to his mother.........
....but your sexy voice just fades in distance
covered by the mighty roar of the waves.