Per non dimenticare...
YOU can NOT ERASE MY NAME
YOU can NOT ERASE OUR DEAD
YOU CANNOT ERASE THE DEAD
[...]
MY DEATH IS WRITTEN
IN A ROCK THAT CAN
NOT BE
BROKEN!
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
But these flames are NOT new
To OUR dead
OUR dead did cry their final prayer in those flames
Our dead did sing their last lullaby in those flames
Our dead prayed to our infidelite Gd in those flames
Our dead whispered a last goodbye to their mother
IN THOSE FLAMES
Της είπα, "Μάνα, μην σκιάζεσαι. Θα γυρίσουμε. Έχε γεια, μάνα!" (Tis ìpa, "Màna, min skiàzese. Tha yirìsume. Èhe ya, màna!" - I told her, "Mother, do not be saddened. We'll return. Goodbye, mother!")
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
OUR dead clawed their children close in
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
"Τα παιδιά μου καλέ! Μην είδατε τα παιδιά μου; Για όνομα του Θεού! Ωχ, μου τα πήρανε… και τι να θέλω τη ζωή; Τα παιδιά μου! Τα παιδιά μου!" Βαζει μια τρεχάλα για την θάλασσα… πέφτει και πνίγεται. ("Ta pedhià mu kalè! Min ìdhate ta pedhià mu? Ya ònoma tu Theù! Oh, mu ta pìrane... ke ti na thèlo ti zoì? Ta pedhià mu! Ta pedhià mu!" Vàzi mia trehàla ya tin thàlasa... pèfti ke pnìyete. - "My dear children! Have you not seen my children? For God's sake! Oh, they took them from me… and what should I live for? My children! My children!" She runs to the sea… she falls and drowns.)
OUR dead watched their daughters
16 times
RAPED AND BEATEN
in the still-burning of THOSE FLAMES
OUR dead watched an ax remove their
mother’s skull
and crown a wooden spit
in the continuous burning of THOSE FLAMES
Αρπάξανε από την τετράδα μας, του σκίσανε την κοιλιά με μια μαχαιριά, τον βάλανε και βάδισε, κρατώντας τ'άντερά του στα χέρια. (Arpàxane apò tin tetràdha mas, tu skìsane tin kilià me mia maherià, ton vàlane ke vàdhise, kratòndas t'ànderà tu sta hèria. - They grabbed one of our quartet and tore his stomach with a knife. They made him march, holding his viscera in his hands.)
OUR DEAD watched while Chrysotomos'
eyes and tongue were pulled out,
teeth and fingers broken, one by one,
in the laughing and the cheering
OF THOSE FLAMES
OUR DEAD watched their sisters drenched with gasoline
and scream with melting skin
“THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES”
OUR DEAD gave birth to Turkish victories
the gurgling and then dying trophy.
on a bayonet which marked the borders of
THE WORLD WHICH IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
Για όνομα του Χριστού! Μην μας αφήσετε! Έχουμε μωρά μαζί μας, έχουμε γερόντους, κορίτσια… Είστε υπεύθυνοι! Νάυαρχε, νάυαρχε… Φωτιά! Φωτιά! (Ya ònoma tu Hristù! Min mas afìsete! Èhume morà mazì mas, èhume yeròndus, korìtsia... ìste ipèfthini! Nàvarhe, nàvarhe... Fotià, fotià! - For Christ's sake! Do not leave us! We have babies with us, we have elders, girls… You are responsible! Admiral, admiral… Fire! Fire!)
OUR DEAD WERE DRAGGED IN MARCHES
THROUGH THE DESERT SUN
FOR WEEKS UNTIL THE SUN BURNED OUT THEIR LUNGS
and when the desert sun which was burning them like flames
ripped apart their lips, we heard the final prayer
LORD GOD HAVE MERCY LORD UPON OUR SOULS!
Μας προδώσανε! Μας ξεπουλήσανε! Π'ανάθεμά τους! Νάυαρχε, τι κάνεις; Νάυαρχε, σώστε μας! Φωτιά! Φωτιά! (Mas prodhòsane! Mas xepulìsane! P'anàthemà tus! Nàvarhe, ti kànis? Nàvarhe, sòste mas! Fotià! Fotià! - We are betrayed! We were sold out! God damn them! Admiral, what are you doing? Admiral, save us! Fire! Fire!)
They saw the WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
buried, not yet dead inside the pits
engraved:
“GIAOURI, INFIDELI:
OUR GOD HAS CHOSEN YOU TO DIE”
Γονάτισε κάτω! Και γονατίζει. Ξεγυμνώσου! Και ξεγυμνώνεται. Ανοιχτά τα σκέλια σου! Και τα ανοίγει. Χόρεψε! Και χορεύει. Φτύσε την τιμή σου και την πατρίδα σου! Και φτύνει. Απαρνήσου την πίστη σου! Και την απαρνιέται. ( Gonàtise kàto! Ke gonatìzi. Xeyimnòsu! Ke xeyimnònete. Anihtà ta skèlia su! Ke ta anìyi. Hòrepse! Ke horèvi. Ftìse tin timì su ke tin patrìdha su! Ke ftìni. Aparnìsu tin pìsti su! Ke tin aparniète. - "Kneel down!" And she kneels. "Undress!" And she undresses. "Open your legs!" And she opens them. "Dance!" And she dances. "Spit on your honor and your country!" And she spits. "Deny your faith!" And she denies.)
And now the unblessed dead have ordered us to say:
THIS is my GRAVE, MY HOLY BED
YOU CANNOT take it
YOU can NOT ERASE MY NAME
YOU can NOT ERASE OUR DEAD
YOU CANNOT ERASE THE DEAD
Because we have been ordered now
to list their names, their numbers,
to give their date of birth, their earthly city,
their father’s name, the sweetness
of their mother’s eyes
GOODBYE
GOODBYE
GOODBYE
and forevermore
We’ll see you when the desert meets the sky
But do not FORGET MY NAME
And so these were the orders from the dead
said without a word but with a final glance:
the
SECOND
granted to the Infidel
since an Infidelite Hell
should NOT require a prayer
should NOT require a silent moment
And now the Infidel is told
to forgive and to forget
to understand :
Advance into a paradise of Dead Memories,
of Living Death, the Old Folks Home
of Catatonia
of Madness
and Despair.
“Do not ask me for the NUMBER of that Grave:
It has been stolen.”
“What IS this love for bones and dirt?
Put this ancient thing behind you, Infidelite
You HAVE no claim to GOD
You HAVE no claim to PEACE
YOu HAVE no claim to JOY
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM
GIAVOURI!!!!
Remember just how lucky, sperm of Satan,
that you are:
to even BE
alive.
NOW!
HERE!
ACROSS THE SEA!
GIAVOUR!
You HAVE no God.
A man without a God
Can NOT be burned ALIVE
He never WAS alive,
not as a MAN, giavour,
but as a DOG.”
BUT I HAVE orders from the Dead
that warn me:
“DO NOT FORGET ME:
My blood will fill the air you breathe
FOREVER.”
“MY DEATHBIRD is Not DEAD
HE CARRIES ALL MY TEETH:
MY SMILE OF UNFORGETFULNESS,
MY LAUGH!
VRYKOLAKA!
I am the man unburied
who CANNOT sleep
IN FORTY PIECES!!!!!
I am the girl,
dismembered
and unblessed,
I am the open mouth
that drags your flesh
and will never rest
until
MY DEATH IS WRITTEN
IN A ROCK THAT CAN
NOT BE
BROKEN!”
And these are the orders
from The Dead.
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
But these flames are NOT new
To OUR dead
OUR dead did cry their final prayer in those flames
Our dead did sing their last lullaby in those flames
Our dead prayed to our infidelite Gd in those flames
Our dead whispered a last goodbye to their mother
IN THOSE FLAMES
Της είπα, "Μάνα, μην σκιάζεσαι. Θα γυρίσουμε. Έχε γεια, μάνα!" (Tis ìpa, "Màna, min skiàzese. Tha yirìsume. Èhe ya, màna!" - I told her, "Mother, do not be saddened. We'll return. Goodbye, mother!")
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
OUR dead clawed their children close in
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
"Τα παιδιά μου καλέ! Μην είδατε τα παιδιά μου; Για όνομα του Θεού! Ωχ, μου τα πήρανε… και τι να θέλω τη ζωή; Τα παιδιά μου! Τα παιδιά μου!" Βαζει μια τρεχάλα για την θάλασσα… πέφτει και πνίγεται. ("Ta pedhià mu kalè! Min ìdhate ta pedhià mu? Ya ònoma tu Theù! Oh, mu ta pìrane... ke ti na thèlo ti zoì? Ta pedhià mu! Ta pedhià mu!" Vàzi mia trehàla ya tin thàlasa... pèfti ke pnìyete. - "My dear children! Have you not seen my children? For God's sake! Oh, they took them from me… and what should I live for? My children! My children!" She runs to the sea… she falls and drowns.)
OUR dead watched their daughters
16 times
RAPED AND BEATEN
in the still-burning of THOSE FLAMES
OUR dead watched an ax remove their
mother’s skull
and crown a wooden spit
in the continuous burning of THOSE FLAMES
Αρπάξανε από την τετράδα μας, του σκίσανε την κοιλιά με μια μαχαιριά, τον βάλανε και βάδισε, κρατώντας τ'άντερά του στα χέρια. (Arpàxane apò tin tetràdha mas, tu skìsane tin kilià me mia maherià, ton vàlane ke vàdhise, kratòndas t'ànderà tu sta hèria. - They grabbed one of our quartet and tore his stomach with a knife. They made him march, holding his viscera in his hands.)
OUR DEAD watched while Chrysotomos'
eyes and tongue were pulled out,
teeth and fingers broken, one by one,
in the laughing and the cheering
OF THOSE FLAMES
OUR DEAD watched their sisters drenched with gasoline
and scream with melting skin
“THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES”
OUR DEAD gave birth to Turkish victories
the gurgling and then dying trophy.
on a bayonet which marked the borders of
THE WORLD WHICH IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
Για όνομα του Χριστού! Μην μας αφήσετε! Έχουμε μωρά μαζί μας, έχουμε γερόντους, κορίτσια… Είστε υπεύθυνοι! Νάυαρχε, νάυαρχε… Φωτιά! Φωτιά! (Ya ònoma tu Hristù! Min mas afìsete! Èhume morà mazì mas, èhume yeròndus, korìtsia... ìste ipèfthini! Nàvarhe, nàvarhe... Fotià, fotià! - For Christ's sake! Do not leave us! We have babies with us, we have elders, girls… You are responsible! Admiral, admiral… Fire! Fire!)
OUR DEAD WERE DRAGGED IN MARCHES
THROUGH THE DESERT SUN
FOR WEEKS UNTIL THE SUN BURNED OUT THEIR LUNGS
and when the desert sun which was burning them like flames
ripped apart their lips, we heard the final prayer
LORD GOD HAVE MERCY LORD UPON OUR SOULS!
Μας προδώσανε! Μας ξεπουλήσανε! Π'ανάθεμά τους! Νάυαρχε, τι κάνεις; Νάυαρχε, σώστε μας! Φωτιά! Φωτιά! (Mas prodhòsane! Mas xepulìsane! P'anàthemà tus! Nàvarhe, ti kànis? Nàvarhe, sòste mas! Fotià! Fotià! - We are betrayed! We were sold out! God damn them! Admiral, what are you doing? Admiral, save us! Fire! Fire!)
They saw the WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
buried, not yet dead inside the pits
engraved:
“GIAOURI, INFIDELI:
OUR GOD HAS CHOSEN YOU TO DIE”
Γονάτισε κάτω! Και γονατίζει. Ξεγυμνώσου! Και ξεγυμνώνεται. Ανοιχτά τα σκέλια σου! Και τα ανοίγει. Χόρεψε! Και χορεύει. Φτύσε την τιμή σου και την πατρίδα σου! Και φτύνει. Απαρνήσου την πίστη σου! Και την απαρνιέται. ( Gonàtise kàto! Ke gonatìzi. Xeyimnòsu! Ke xeyimnònete. Anihtà ta skèlia su! Ke ta anìyi. Hòrepse! Ke horèvi. Ftìse tin timì su ke tin patrìdha su! Ke ftìni. Aparnìsu tin pìsti su! Ke tin aparniète. - "Kneel down!" And she kneels. "Undress!" And she undresses. "Open your legs!" And she opens them. "Dance!" And she dances. "Spit on your honor and your country!" And she spits. "Deny your faith!" And she denies.)
And now the unblessed dead have ordered us to say:
THIS is my GRAVE, MY HOLY BED
YOU CANNOT take it
YOU can NOT ERASE MY NAME
YOU can NOT ERASE OUR DEAD
YOU CANNOT ERASE THE DEAD
Because we have been ordered now
to list their names, their numbers,
to give their date of birth, their earthly city,
their father’s name, the sweetness
of their mother’s eyes
GOODBYE
GOODBYE
GOODBYE
and forevermore
We’ll see you when the desert meets the sky
But do not FORGET MY NAME
And so these were the orders from the dead
said without a word but with a final glance:
the
SECOND
granted to the Infidel
since an Infidelite Hell
should NOT require a prayer
should NOT require a silent moment
And now the Infidel is told
to forgive and to forget
to understand :
Advance into a paradise of Dead Memories,
of Living Death, the Old Folks Home
of Catatonia
of Madness
and Despair.
“Do not ask me for the NUMBER of that Grave:
It has been stolen.”
“What IS this love for bones and dirt?
Put this ancient thing behind you, Infidelite
You HAVE no claim to GOD
You HAVE no claim to PEACE
YOu HAVE no claim to JOY
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM
GIAVOURI!!!!
Remember just how lucky, sperm of Satan,
that you are:
to even BE
alive.
NOW!
HERE!
ACROSS THE SEA!
GIAVOUR!
You HAVE no God.
A man without a God
Can NOT be burned ALIVE
He never WAS alive,
not as a MAN, giavour,
but as a DOG.”
BUT I HAVE orders from the Dead
that warn me:
“DO NOT FORGET ME:
My blood will fill the air you breathe
FOREVER.”
“MY DEATHBIRD is Not DEAD
HE CARRIES ALL MY TEETH:
MY SMILE OF UNFORGETFULNESS,
MY LAUGH!
VRYKOLAKA!
I am the man unburied
who CANNOT sleep
IN FORTY PIECES!!!!!
I am the girl,
dismembered
and unblessed,
I am the open mouth
that drags your flesh
and will never rest
until
MY DEATH IS WRITTEN
IN A ROCK THAT CAN
NOT BE
BROKEN!”
And these are the orders
from The Dead.
