Δεν είναι η πανσέληνος
που με κάνει να ουρλιάζω,
αυτή απλώς δίνει
την αφορμή να βγεις και να μ' ακούσεις.
Δεν είναι
αγριάδα αυτή που κρύβεται στο βλέμμα μου,
είναι μια
απέραντη μελαγχολία μοναξιάς.
Αυτήν την τόσο φωτεινή νύχτα
δεν βγαίνει
ουρλιαχτό φόβητρου,
αλλά κραυγή
απελπισίας
που δεν έχω
συντροφιά να μοιραστώ το φως της.
Κάποτε ήμουν άνθρωπος,
συζητούσα με
ανθρώπους,
ερωτευόμουν
ανθρώπους,
αγαπούσα
ανθρώπους.
Σήμερα είμαι λύκος,
δεν βρίσκω
άνθρωπο να μιλήσω και ουρλιάζω μόνος,
δεν βρίσκω
άνθρωπο να ερωτευτώ και μαραζώνω στο σκοτάδι,
δεν βρίσκω
άνθρωπο να αγαπήσω, όλα γίνονται για το φαΐ.
Όχι, δεν ήμουν πάντα λύκος.
Πρώτα ήμουν
άνθρωπος και
οι άνθρωποι μ'
έκαναν λύκο.
Ίσως είναι και καλύτερα·
μπορεί να μην
βρίσκω άνθρωπο,
αλλά γεμάτος ο
τόπος από πρόβατα.
Αποστόλης Ζυμβραγάκης
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Wolf - Apostolis Zymvragakis
It's not the full moon that makes me scream,
it just gives you a reason to go out and listen to me.
It is not savagery that is hidden in my eyes,
it is an infinite melancholy of loneliness.
This so bright night
no scream of fear,
but a cry of despair
that I have no companion to share its light.
I used to be human,
I was talking to people,
I was falling in love with people,
I loved people.
Today I'm a wolf,
I can not find a person to talk and I scream alone,
I do not find anyone to fall in love with and I wither in the dark,
I do not find a person to love, everything is done for food.
No, I was not always a wolf.
First I was human and
people made me a wolf.
Maybe it's better;
I may not find anyone,
but the place is full of sheep.
Apostolis Zymvragakis
*****************************
Wolf - Apostolis Zymvragakis
It's not the full moon that makes me scream,
it just gives you a reason to go out and listen to me.
It is not savagery that is hidden in my eyes,
it is an infinite melancholy of loneliness.
This so bright night
no scream of fear,
but a cry of despair
that I have no companion to share its light.
I used to be human,
I was talking to people,
I was falling in love with people,
I loved people.
Today I'm a wolf,
I can not find a person to talk and I scream alone,
I do not find anyone to fall in love with and I wither in the dark,
I do not find a person to love, everything is done for food.
No, I was not always a wolf.
First I was human and
people made me a wolf.
Maybe it's better;
I may not find anyone,
but the place is full of sheep.
Apostolis Zymvragakis

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