νένα βενετσάνου/η Μαριάνθη των ανέμων,


στίχοι-μουσική, Μάνος Χατζιδάκις από το έργο του, Οι Μπαλάντες Της Οδού Αθηνάς(μουσική τελετουργία για 4 φωνές)
Marianthi Of The Winds, performed by Nena Venetsanou, music-lyrics by Manos Hadjidakis from his work, The Ballads Of Athenas Street(music ritual for 4 voices)

From a small unknown village, very close to Parnassos
I started off to try my strength
And to the ones who tortured me, like Christ, like a Saint
I've ripped them off their chest

I walked along and stepped upon the living and the dead
Survived life's miseries 
I've earned my myth with bitter thoughts 
Underworlds and empty streets 

Marianthi they call me, my family was mad
All violence and wickedness I hate, I abhore
Thousands of distand eyes stare
Counting my breath's remaining air
Thousands of distand eyes stare
Counting my breath's remaining air

I've never been a widow from Ephesus*
I've never had a soldier for a lover opportune*
I've cast my dice in the slums
I've my pain with a bouzouki tune

I couldn't be a woman, I failed to be happy
I've never worked in brothels bearing lights red
And in the warp of changes a new era began 
And I was left a memory, unfortunate and dead

Marianthi they call me.....