Come back to the air....

[κουλούρι Θεσσαλονίκης]

She's my oblivion - it's to her I run
Out on the balcony - she waits for me
Out on the boundary - she smiles
She's my oblivion
Which way to turn?
The edges of our love are in the stars
And on the balcony
She waits for me
Out on the boundary
She smiles
Make this alive
Good days are back
Open your eyes when it falls
Come back to the air
I can't tell you what you already know
I can't make you feel what you already feel
I can't show you what's in front of you
I can't heal those scars
She's my oblivion
And my skin burns
Her hands all over me
She whispers:
"The edges of our love are in the stars"
Good days are alive
Good days are back
Open your eyes when it falls
Come back to the air
So look down to the street below
Don't look up to the stars above
You look around
See what's in front of you
Don't look down, don't look down
Can you see the light?
It shines onto us tonight
Can you see the light?
It's all around you

[κουλούρι Θεσσαλονίκης]

[κουλούρι Θεσσαλονίκης]

Trixie Whitley - "Breathe you In My Dreams"

[κουλούρι Θεσσαλονίκης]

Lotte Kestner ~ I Want You

[κουλούρι Θεσσαλονίκης]

Michelle Gurevich - First Six Months of Love

[κουλούρι Θεσσαλονίκης]

Wild is the Wind - David Bowie

[Nito]

Ωραιο νημα. Τι ειναι; house?

[κουλούρι Θεσσαλονίκης]

Ωραιο νημα. Τι ειναι; house?

όχι..
οτιδήποτε σε κάνει να αντιλαμβανεσαι με βαση τον τίτλο.

[κουλούρι Θεσσαλονίκης]

Rome - We Who Fell In Love With The Sea

ΚΡΥΦΟ ΚΕΙΜΕΝΟ: ΕΜΦΑΝΙΣΗ

I shall retrace my steps
to cover up my tracks
to conceal my taste for treason
to detach you from me
and the hatred offered by a father’s heart
will always keep brothers apart
we are tranquil and benevolent
we don’t like noisy surprises
we stay on the move
for stillness brings death
and slowness brings fear
we men of cold politeness
shall never melt into that kindness of yours
no matter how we try
you say why weep over what?
we say weep until the weeping’s done
and we shall weep for another day
for what binds us to our grief
binds the sculptor to his clay
for what binds us to our grief
binds the sculptor to his clay
we are the most alive
the most rootless
with whips and chains we cross
the ruins of europe
and from time to time
trapped in reflections
we feel there’s no place
no home for us but this land
this land is mine
this land is yours
you only suffer as long as you want to
men like us do not let each other drown
we share the sweetest black bread
that delicate grain of scorn
no god, no master, no master slave
I no longer serve you, nor your palace of flesh
when loneliness spreads out between our sheets
our sacrifice is a knife at the throat of time
but we shall cut it up some other day
for what binds us to our grief
binds the sculptor to his clay
for what binds us to our grief
binds the sculptor to his clay
in life, in love, in longing
I know
I deserted like you
without wealth, without property
without official title or office.

[κουλούρι Θεσσαλονίκης]

Death In June - Fall Apart

ΚΡΥΦΟ ΚΕΙΜΕΝΟ: ΕΜΦΑΝΙΣΗ

And if I wake from Dreams
Shall I fall in Pastures
Will I Wake the Darkness
Shall we Torch the Earth?
And if I wake from Dreams
Shall we find the Emptiness
And break the Silence
That will stop our Hearts?
And if I wake from Dreams
Shall we cry Together
For their Howling echoes
And restart the Night?

And why did you say
That things shall fall
And fall and fall and fall
And fall apart?

And shall I wake from Dreams
For the Glory of Nothing
For the cracking of the Sun
For the crawling down of Lies?
And if We fall from Dreams
Shall we push them into Darkness
And stare into the Howling
And clamber into Night?
And if I fall from Dreams
All my Prayers are Silenced
To Love is to lose
And to lose is to Die...

And why did you say
That things shall fall
And fall and fall and fall
And fall apart?