THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
But these flames are not new
To our dead
Our dead did cry their final prayer in those flames
Our dead did sing their last lullaby in those flames
Our dead prayed to our infidelite God in those flames
Our dead whispered a last goodbye to their mother
in those flames
"της είπα, μάνα, μη σκιάζεσαι, θα γυρίσουμε...έχε γεια... μάνα!"
"I said to her, mother, have no fear, we will return...farewell...mother!"
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
Our dead clawed their children close in
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
"τα παιδιά μου, καλέ, μην είδατε τα παιδιά μου
για όνομα του Θεού
ωχ, μου το πήρανε και τι να θέλω τη ζωή
τα παιδιά μου!
τα παιδιά μου!"
"my children, have you seen my children
for God's sake
oh, they took him from me and what do I need this life for
my children!
my children!
βάζει μια τρεχάλα
για την θάλασσα
πέφτει και πνίγεται
"she breaks into a run
towards the sea
she falls and drowns."
Our dead watched their daughters
butchered raped and beaten
in the still-burning of those flames
Our dead watched an ax remove their
mother’s skull
and crown a wooden spit
in the continuous burning of those flames
Our dead watched while Chrysostomos'
eyes and tongue were pulled out,
teeth and fingers broken, one by one,
in the laughing and the cheering
of those flames
"αρπάξανε από την τετράδα μας
του σκίσανε την κοιλιά
με μια μαχαιριά
τον βάλανε και πάτησε κρατώντας
τ'άντερά του στα χέρια"
"they snatched from our group
they tore his abdomen
with a knife
they made him walk holding
his intestines in his hands."
Our dead watched their sisters drenched with gasoline
and scream with melting skin
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
Our dead gave birth to Turkish victories
the gurgling and then dying trophy
on a bayonet which marked the borders of
THE WORLD WHICH IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
"Για όνομα του Χριστού μη μας αφήσετε
έχουμε μωρά μαζί μας, έχουμε γερόντους, κορίτσια...
είστε υπεύθυνοι! Ναύαρχε! Ναύαρχε!
Φωτιά! φωτιά!"
"For Christ's sake, don't leave us
we have babies with us, we have the elderly, girls...
you are responsible! Admiral! Admiral!
Fire! Fire!"
Our dead were dragged in marches
THROUGH THE DESERT SUN
FOR WEEKS UNTIL THE SUN BURNED OUT THEIR LUNGS
and when the flames turned inside out their mouths
and ripped apart their lips, we heard their final prayer
LORD, GOD HAVE MERCY, PLEASE, UPON OUR SOULS!
μας προδώσανε, μας ξεπουλήσανε
πανάθεμά τους!
Ναύαρχε... τι κάνεις;
Ναύαρχε... σώστε μας!
Φωτιά! φωτιά!
"they betrayed us, they sold us off
Damn them!
Admiral... what are you doing?
Admiral... save us!
Fire! Fire!"
They saw the WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
buried, not yet dead inside the pits engraved :
“GIAOURI, INFIDELI : OUR GOD HAS CHOSEN YOU TO DIE”
Γονάτισε, gampour!
και γονατίζει
ξεγυμνώσου!
και ξεγυμνώνεται
άνοιξε τα σκέλια σου!
και τ'ανοίγει
χόρεψε!
και χορεύει
φτύσε την τιμή σου και την πατρίδα σου!
και φτύνει
απαρνήσου την πίστη σου!
και την απαρνιέται
"Kneel, infidel!
and he kneels
Undress yourself!
and he undresses
Open your legs!
and he opens them
Dance!
and he dances
Spit on your honor and your homeland!
and he spits
Forsake your faith!
and he forsakes"
And now the unblessed dead have ordered us to say:
This is my grave, my holy bed
YOU CANNOT take it
YOU can NOT ERASE MY NAME
YOU can NOT ERASE OUR DEAD
You cannot erase the dead
Because we have been ordered now
to list their names, their numbers,
to give their date of birth, their earthly city,
their father’s name, the sweetness
of their mother’s eyes
GOODBYE
GOODBYE
GOODBYE
and forevermore
We’ll see you when the desert meets the sky
But do not forget my name
And so these were the orders from the dead
said without a word but with a final glance :
the second granted to the Infidel
since an Infidelite Hell
should not require a prayer
should not require a silent moment
And now the Infidel is told
to forgive and to forget
to understand :
Advance into a paradise of Dead Memories,
of Living Death, the Old Folks Home
of Catatonia
of Madness
and Despair.
“Do not ask me for the Number of that Grave:
It has been stolen.”
“What is this love for bones and dirt? Gampour!
Put this ancient thing behind you, Infidelite
You have no claim to God
You have no claim to Peace
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM
GIAVOUR!!!!
Remember just how lucky, sperm of Satan,
that you are:
to even be
alive.
Now!
μας τινάξανε από την σκάλα
όπως τινάζεις ένα τραπεζομάντιλο
να πέσουνε τα ψίχουλα
"they tossed us from the stairs
like you scatter the crumbles
when you yank a tablecloth"
ACROSS THE SEA!
τα ψίχουλα!
"the crumbles!"
GIAVOUR!
Είμαστε τα ψίχουλα, τα πετεινά τ'ουρανού
θα χορτάσουν από τα ψίχουλα
"we are the crumbles, the birds of the sky
will feed from the crumbles"
You have no God.
A man without a God
Can not be burned alive
He never was alive,
not as a man, giavour,
but as a dog.”
BUT I HAVE orders from the Dead
that warn me:
“DO NOT FORGET ME:
My blood will fill the air you breathe
Forever.”
“MY DEATHBIRD is Not Dead
HE CARRIES ALL MY TEETH :
MY SMILE OF UNFORGETFULNESS,
MY LAUGH!
VRYKOLAKA!
"undead!"
I am the man unburied
who cannot sleep
IN FORTY PIECES!!!!!
I am the girl,
dismembered
and unblessed,
I am the open mouth
that drags your flesh
and that can never rest
Until
MY DEATH IS WRITTEN
IN A ROCK THAT CAN
NOT BE
BROKEN!”
And these are the orders
from The Dead.
Ρωμιός εγώ γεννήθηκα,
Ρωμιός θε να πεθάνω.
"A Greek I was born,
a Greek I shall die."
