In the desert’s depths, in castles faraway

Age-old secrets buried in the sand

Songs forgotten, that celebrate love

They say prince Majnoun is still alive

Beyond Samarkande, in inns and backyards

Wandering troubadours play with seven chords

Songs of war echoing in the desert

Galloping Assassins, spreading despair

In Asia’s far horizon, with opium and hash

Tales are narrated, of distant times

Mystified travelers with a hazy mind

Say they met the Mountain’s Old Man

Translated in English by Thalia Iakovidou

Beehives and wildflowers made me drunk and I run

Dizzied by the buzz I slide in the light and fall down

I slide in the light and I fall in the palaces of the sun

In the scents of the grass, birds fly in my two eyes

Ah my revived soul, dressed in spring

Live only for one day, like a puppy in the wind

Beehives and wildflowers got tangled in my hair

Bees are springing my joy with pollen

I laugh and I whirl to the drunken sun

The colors dance around me, the whole of nature gasps

Translated in English by Thalia Iakovidou

When coming out of my balcony, to sing my song

Birds will chirrup, flowers will bloom

And a pale cloud’s gonna start the dance

Frogs are drumming

Willow trees play tambourine

When coming out on my balcony, to sing my song

The blowing wind, is answering to me with another song

And the bright sun is playing the accords made of light

Frogs are drumming

Willow trees play tambourine

When coming out in my balcony, to sing my song

Come and listen, bathe me with flowers

And all the ceramics I will break at once

To make them dance with you

To revive your soul

Translated in English by Thalia Iakovidou

One night I want to drift away to the horizon’s edge

To wash myself at dawn, in heaven’s shedding tears

One night I want to loose myself in the city’s waste

Have ashes for a wedding dress, charcoal for jewels

Open your arms, do a circle

Rotate with out fear in the garden of heaven

One night I want to drift away, to the wind’s threshing floor

To put myself in the whirlwind of aerial war

MAJNOUN

(from  the album « Echotropia » trad from Persia, lyrics: Stassinopoulou)

In the desert’s depths, in castles faraway

Age-old secrets buried in the sand

Songs forgotten, that celebrate love

They say prince Majnoun is still alive

Beyond Samarkande, in inns and backyards

Wandering troubadours play with seven chords

Songs of war echoing in the desert

Galloping Assassins, spreading despair

In Asia’s far horizon, with opium and hash

Tales are narrated, of distant times

Mystified travelers with a hazy mind

Say they met the Mountain’s Old Man

Translated in English by Thalia Iakovidou

The seas in the mountains, in the rivers the lakes

In life entangled, memories of other lives

Loves forgotten, brothers, enemies and friends

Nations, tribes faded away, as history unravels

I tie the string of moments

To the spinning wheel of time

I roll it and unroll it

And only love remains

Only love remains

Only love…

In joy the tears, laughter in pain

Times and years, sand, in history’s hands

All is hidden in the oblivion’s akasha archives

Secretly dominating, man’s course in life

Translated in English by Thalia Iakovidou

Born in the heart of winter

Revived in the fires of June

I come and go on earth

Drawning the sun on his chariot

In a glorious ceremony

I dance to cherish his miracle

In the heart of the fire my picture

Every sparkle of sweat my drop

I have many faces

A thousand tribes took me for god

In glorious feasts

All nations cherished me with fire

I have one homeland left on earth

One ceremony that survived time

Masquerades in sheepskin, light for me the fire

Rolling burning garlands down the slopes

I get carried away by the frenzied dance

Of people jumping over the fires

Translated in English by Thalia Iakovidou