Best wishes to the Greek who forgets
and in the middle of Chicago lives in freedom
the one who does not know and does not love
- are you sure it isn't your fault as well, miserable wretch? -
and in Athens too, he lives in exile.
Ach, Greece, I love you
and deeply thank you,
because you taught me and I know
how to go on breathing wherever I happen to be
to die wherever I happen to step,
and not endure you.
Ach, Greece, let me tell you,
before you crow like a ****,
you deny me thirteen times.
You push me around, you bully me,
you kick me like a stray dog,
and you hang yourself above me.
The sweetest home
is the heart
- Odysseas, come back to me! -
whose holy soil
is pain and joy
Each single one is one [alone]
in his boundary of pain
and I am just a someone
who takes you for a walk.
Ach, Greece, I love you
and deeply thank you,
because you taught me and I know
how to go on breathing wherever I happen to be
to die wherever I happen to step,
and not endure you.
Ach, Greece, let me tell you,
before you crow like a ****,
you deny me thirteen times.
You push me around, you bully me,
you kick me like a stray dog,
and you hang yourself above me.
er you are...