Μικρή πατρίδα [Mikri patrida] [English translation]

I didn’t go on long journeys

my years had taken up root and were trees

my heart was dressed with leaves

and were left to bloom on the stone

I didn’t go on long journeys

the people who I loved were forests

my friends were moons and seas

my heart thirsted to find them

My longest journey was you

you were the night, a daydream

my small homeland, body, and beginning

you were my earth, the air I breathe

I didn’t go on long journeys

my heart traveled and that was enough

in dreams in watery feelings

to breathe the secret of the world

My longest journey was you

you were the night, a daydream

my small homeland, body, and beginning

you were my earth, the air I breathe