SONG SATURDAY - PARTING

“They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer” - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

We had a leisurely day today, with a long, drawn-out breakfast and then a stroll in the garden. We then decided to go to the St Andrews market where we hadn’t been for ages. It was packed as the weather was good and the traders were there in full force. We enjoyed it and then went to the St Andrews Hotel for lunch. A nice drive back through Panton Hill, Kangaroo Ground and Eltham where we enjoyed the green fields and the clear transparent air. We watched a movie in the afternoon and then night fell, quite suddenly…

For Song Saturday, a beautiful Greek song with music by Manos Loïzos, lyrics by Manolis Rasoulis and sung by Haris Alexiou: “Everything Reminds me of You”



Όλα σε θυμίζουν

Όλα σε θυμίζουν,
απλά κι αγαπημένα,
πράγματα δικά σου, καθημερινά
σαν να περιμένουν κι αυτά μαζί μ εμένα
νά ρθεις κι ας χαράξει για στερνή φορά.

Όλη μας η αγάπη την κάμαρα γεμίζει
σαν ένα τραγούδι που λέγαμε κι οι δυο,
πρόσωπα και λόγια και τ όνειρο που τρίζει,
σαν θα ξημερώσει τι θαν’ αληθινό.

Όλα σε θυμίζουν,
απλά κι αγαπημένα,
πράγματα δικά σου, καθημερινά.

Όλα σε θυμίζουν,
κι οι πιο καλοί μας φίλοι.
Άλλος στην ταβέρνα, άλλος σινεμά.
Μόνη μου διαβάζω το γράμμα που ‘χες στείλει
πριν να φιληθούμε πρώτη μας φορά.

Όλη μας η αγάπη την κάμαρα γεμίζει
σαν ένα τραγούδι που λέγαμε κι οι δυο,
πρόσωπα και λόγια και τ όνειρο που τρίζει,
σαν θα ξημερώσει τι θαν’ αληθινό.

Όλα σε θυμίζουν,
απλά κι αγαπημένα,
πράγματα δικά σου, καθημερινά.

Everything Reminds me of You

Everything reminds me of you
Simple and beloved things
Things of you, of everyday life
As if they wait along with me for you to come,
And then, it may as well dawn for the last time.

All of our love fills the room
Like a song we both used to sing.
Faces and words and the dream that creaks
When it dawns, what will be real?

Everything reminds me of you
Simple and beloved things
Things of you, of everyday life.

Everything reminds me of you
Even our best friends
Some in the tavern, some at the movies
Alone, I read the letter you once sent me
Before we kissed for our first time.

All of our love fills the room
Like a song we both used to sing.
Faces and words and the dream that creaks
When it dawns, what will be real?

Everything reminds me of you
Simple and beloved things
Things of you, of everyday life.