It's tipped off
so soft it is
unoticed it goes
nobody sees
Emerald or silver tray
waits for the fall
so silent so grey
It falls like the snow
if you look if you are slow
and then disappears
because nobody hears
Ash in the tray
it is nothing but grey
ash in the tray
it is thrown away
Long fingers they hold
a cigarette holder
there's value it's gold
and remember no longer
It is lying in the tray
it is dead it is grey
and shows there's a soul
it is smoke we say
Where can I meet a docile person
where I can see deep in his artistic profile
take a lesson
How can I try to create happiness around me
and bring my sorrow to destruction that has found me
in a road tha leads to many roads
in a mind which leads me to where confusion flows
I was born like many others
in a labyrinth that surrounds all mothers
and since that day I've been trying to find
the passage which leads out to a new day
where only a few others stay
Since Minoas created this colosal building
it has extended itself all over Crete
throught the world, for thousands of years
and here we are born
This labyrinth of life
so many don't mind it
they don't even know
they are right inside it
In this labyrinth of life
the passages out are very few
but there is one thing I know
they are at the heights of each subject
there' only room for two, to pass through
It seems as if one hundred years ago
on these benches people sat and showed,
the past and on this future's day
their children and ours learned to play
The one bench criticized the other
the son was busy, he admired his mother
and as the game became a complication
he turned his thoughts upon a combination
This lonely square
was once so busy
they used to wear
rich clothes
and hair was frizzy
Young ladies always had a competition
old ladies talked about their superstition
and oldmen sat and thought of no future days
young lovers threw their charm at gentle dames
But who would think
that I would stand here
so long in the after
and still so near
discuss with trees
that lough
at what they have seen
this square and its scene
it's lonely autumn now
who dreams
Let me be alone today
I want to do my thing and say
the sun is only around the corner
I hear and see so clear, I'm alone now
I want to be carried by a new sound
to the unreal place I think I found
What's in my mind I want to see
walk up these steps I want to be
Gentlemen out
to show they are gentle
ladies shout
and watch them battle
Battling for gentleness oh! no!
Their masks they wear
of expensive materials
Oh! let me be alone
I don't want to wear it
it is so tight
you can forget it
With out it I can do so well
run far from this burning hell
I don't need the advice of mascarades
who have been walking on the sphere
for all decades