10 - Wounded nightingale
music by Jannis Zotos
lyrics by Mikis Theodorakis
A wounded nightingale came by and fell into your blooming garden.
Then quiet came and your footsteps backed the wounded silence.
Now you icily hold in your hand the dead ache of love.
Now even you are ready to fly to your fate,
that witholds this night's misery
in a triumphal and dubious swell
and intoxicated by the lingering pain
of a wounded nightingale.