TIS KYRIAKES

 

 

Tin Deutera ke tin Triti nowtho kati pos mou leipei

Tin Tetarti tha xespaso ke tha po yiati?

Pempti tha to rixo exo

Paraskeyi th’andexo

Sabbato tha pio os to proi

Tis Kyriakes mou leipeis Thee mou pio poly

Yiati xypnousame mazi ke oneira kaname yia mia zoe

 

I Kyriakes mou fernoun sto mialo to hthes

Loyia dika sou pos me thes

Tosa akoma pou yposhethikes

Tis Kyrikes

 

A rough translation of this nostalgic old Greek love song:

 

On Monday and Tuesday, I feel something is missing  

On Wednesday I shall angrily ask myself “why?”

On Thursday I shall enjoy my own company

On Friday I shall tolerate myself

And on Saturday I shall drink until dawn

 

But on Sunday I miss you the most

Because we used to wake up together and

We dreamed of a life with each other 

 

Sunday brings to my mind the time we were together

When you told me that you loved me and so many more that you promised me 

On Sundays