Μινοράκι [Minoraki] [English translation]

I secretly put you in a little (song in) minor again,

the music will make wonders again,

because I want you.

My soul's music is the one you hear,

I mislead you with false lyrics,

because I want you.

That's how songs come to be, my love, (1)

pain recognises you and comes close,

rests its hand on your hair

and so you show courage and show forth a holy song.

My song sweet, sorrowful,

I can't become a caryatid

so that you'll want me.

You hold an old photograph of mine,

I don't look like it any more so you don't love me,

oh, you don't want me.

That's how songs come to be, my love,

pain recognises you and comes close,

rests its hand on your hair

and so you show courage and show forth a holy song.

One thousand night and one thousand more I love you

with anger, with madness, with wistfulness,

oh how I want you.

In the little (song in) minor I shut myself too,

in the minority's microcosm,

because I want you.

That's how songs come to be, my love,

pain recognises you and comes close,

rests its hand on your hair

and so you show courage and show forth a holy song.