Here Singer: Trypes Lyrics: Yiannis Angelakas Music: Babis Papadopoulos Here grudges are ineffective, ineffective are the wishes Here the now begs for a little bit of bitterness from the yesterday Here angels do not cry nor lick wounds Here grief never wins Here the days travel like dead turtles and I follow them while shaking Here thoughts revive shipwrecks, fires I burn entirely here and abate again here Here nights do not thirst for more wild festivals only scarecrows sing with borrowed hearts Here the last lovers die from sleepiness Here grief never wins The reason is that we see in the past a value for which there can be no alternative, as if life only has one answer to it, one way of how nice things can happen, and as if one size must necessarily fit us all.