Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song To Poulao To Spiti , by - Yiannis Parios. Song from the album Gia Pada Mazi, in the genre ПопRelease date: 03.03.2009
Record label: Minos - EMI
Song language: Greek (Modern Greek)
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 |
| (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 |