My Small Sun - Sakis Athanasiadis New Lyrics 2011- Grecce Poem by sakis athanasiadis Grecce

With a Vespa in Prespa

ou said to me we go interruptions
the heat to us it will eat
This year we find ways
That few have it goes

Helmets rucksacks and remaining
Behind the city empty Thessalonica-Edessa
Coffee in the lake Agra

Attitude in Florina again
And the heat has left
Now begin the turns
In the forest the peacefulness

With a Vespa in Prespa
As birds…
With a Vespa in Prespa
Embrace…

Took your boat i said to you
inenters we will come
out in order to we see a sunset
That other cannot

In this wild the life Something
we will remember
Somebody of us dreams half
That possibly him we find
Cop.8-8-2011 Sakis Athanasiadis
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August Star

Fly… a Stone it flies
In a star here near
And if you strike him that demands
you will have him afterwards

Fly… a Stone it flies
In what you front are afraid and see
Also if him you strike
his demands it leaves far

August star
Falls keeps I the hand
Do not feel sorry the kiss
Is the night magic

August star
Falls keeps I the hand
In a sea golden
Put colours and contracted

Fly… far it flies to you
All it should that steals joy
It flies… soul me it flies…
I am near…
Cop.2011 [Sakis] [Athanasiadis] Grecce

My Small Sun

Handfuls from earth
From birthday ground
I have in the balcony
Smell east

Behind if I turn
The curse it will have
comes always out Also
my small sun for will be lost

The rain I am afraid
The air the droning sound
Because your kiss
in the night will be lost

The fire I am afraid
The love when I find
Because if I lose him
in empty I will be burned

In your naked body
a new way
I flew with your
I travel east
Cop.2011 [Sakis] [Athanasiadis] grecce
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Morning Travel

In the mirror I look at you say
to me the my Breaking eyes from the stress
the love that became yesterday
in the pain

My voice I search you say to me
Change with tomorrow yesterday
The sheet the white stain
From the fear

The evenings speak to me voices
Wake up and I hear you cry
Show the street

Morning travel
I prepare for you already
Somewhere far the sun it laughs

Morning travel
I prepare for you already
I leave old in the stone cells

In the boat you whisper and you say
In water to fly yesterday
The love us lives when live the moments
I wash itself in light blue the air
Cop.2011 [Sakis] [Athanasiadis] grecce
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The Small Kiss

One still time
in the love I will enter
In a dream again

One still time
My voice I will find
Front speak the other

It does not fill page
If sleeps the hope
The time the game i will not be

But in my street I saw
Wakes up the hope
Secret in your travel be

One still time
I will acquire feathers
The love the gift
One still time
A possible fire…
Cop.2011 [Sakis] [Athanasiadis] grecce
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One Goymenissas wine

In the street if in it see again
And speak to me again
As soon as I hear the voice
I will run in the dizziness

Some tavern in narrow
it will have i order
One Goymenissas wine
In the oblivion I send you

Far I will run in what you say
Far I will run always
Today it is not yesterday
Far I will run always

A bottle from the black the wine
the sounds from cupreous
will bring it reminds me those
who loved a lot me it reminds that summertime
Cop.2011 [Sakis] [Athanasiadis]
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