Ο Εφιάλτης Της Περσεφόνης [O Efialtis tis Persefonis] [English translation]

Where the pennyroyal and wild mint was grown

and the earth was sprouting her first cyclamen

now villagers bargain cements

and birds fall down dead in the furnace.

Sleep Persephone

in earth's arms

and never come out

at world's balcony.

Where the initiators were shaking hands

reverently before they enter the sanctuary

now tourists throw their cigarettes

and they go to see the new refinery.

Sleep Persephone

in earth's arms

and never come out

at world's balcony.

Where the sea was becoming blessing

and the moanings were joy in the fields

now rails carry at the shipyards

empty bodies scrap metal children and lamina.

Sleep Persephone

in earth's arms

and never come out

at world's balcony.