Translation of the song lyrics To Poulao To Spiti - Yiannis Parios

To Poulao To Spiti (original)

Όλαόπωςτ'άφησεςείναι,
Στηνκουζίναέναποτήρι
Περιμένειτοστόμασου
Περιμένειτοσώμασου
Όλαόπωςτ'άφησεςείναι,
Στιςκουρτίνεςφέγγειακόμα
Τοίδιοκόκκινοχρώμασου
Τοίδιοκόκκινοχρώμασου
Τοπουλάωτοσπίτι
Κιότιάγγιξεςεσύ
Κιότικοίταξεςεσύ
Κιότιζήσαμεμαζί
Τοπουλάωτοσπίτι
Ημισήζωήμουλείπει
Δενγεμίζει,μ'ένανάνθρωπο
ένασπίτι
Όλαόπωςτ'άφησεςείναι
Έναβιβλίοτσακισμένο
Στησελίδαπουτ'άνοιξες
Στησελίδαπουτ'άνοιξες
Όλαόπωςτ'άξερεςείναι
Μιαζωήσταματημένη
Στοσημείοπουτηνάφησες
Στοσημείοπουτηνάφησες
Everything’s still the way you left it:
A glass in the kitchen
is still waiting for your lips
It’s still waiting for your body
Everything’s still the way you left it:
That same red colour of yours
is still reflected on the curtains
That same red colour of yours…
I’m selling the house
Along with whatever you touched
Along with whatever you laid your eyes on
Along with whatever it was we lived together
I’m selling the house
Half of my life is missing
A man can’t fill a house
just on his own
Everything’s still the way you left it:
A book dog-eared
on the page you last opened
On the page you last opened
Everything’s still the way you knew it:
A whole life paused
at the point you left it
At the point you left it

To Poulao To Spiti (translation)

Everything you left is,
In the kitchen a pantry
Wait for us to stop
Wait for your body
Everything you left is,
In the curtains fegeiakoma
Reddish-brown
Reddish-brown
Topoulaot house
You are touched
You are a class
We cried together
Topoulaot house
Half-life is missing
It does not fill, with a human being
a house
Everything you left is
One book crumpled
You opened the page
You opened the page
Everything you know
One-stop
At the point where you left
At the point where you left
Everything’s still the way you left it:
A glass in the kitchen
is still waiting for your lips
It’s still waiting for your body
Everything’s still the way you left it:
That same red color of yours
is still reflected on the curtains
That same red color of yours…
I’m selling the house
Along with whatever you touched
Along with whatever you laid your eyes on
Along with whatever it was we lived together
I’m selling the house
Half of my life is missing
A man can’t fill a house
just on his own
Everything’s still the way you left it:
A dog-eared book
on the page you last opened
On the page you last opened
Everything’s still the way you knew it:
A whole life paused
at the point you left it
At the point you left it