Άγγελος Εξάγγελος [Aggelos Exaggelos] [English translation]

The messenger angel came to us from far away

leaning on a crutch,

he didn't know how to speak, not to speak at all

and he used his tongue only to lick us.

The news he brought to us all lies

but sounded softly to our ears,

because each lie seems like a truth

and listening him our soul eased.

He made his bed back in the market place

and made jokes in the tavern.

He was a customer bringing a good mood

in the barber shops and baths

and he used to look at the fishes in the pond.

And as the winter passed summer came

and then again the cold weather was back.

Until a night, well what an odd thing,

he suddenly started to shout maniacally.

My feet were burnt in this no man's land,

night after night after night.

The news I brought to you sounded softly to your ears,

but they are far away from the truth.

Immediately we understood, what he was trying to say to us

so we told him numbly to go away.

If he hadn't any good news to say

He would better not say any.