You will not say thank you to me,Just as you do not say thank you to your heartbeatsThat carve the face of my life.
But I will say thank you to youFor I know the debt I owe you.
This gratitude is my song.
Translated from Greek: Pilo Zyba

You will not say thank you to me,Just as you do not say thank you to your heartbeatsThat carve the face of my life.
But I will say thank you to youFor I know the debt I owe you.
This gratitude is my song.
Translated from Greek: Pilo Zyba
A little almond branch Before the window A single branch Hides half the village from you. Love with its palm Hides the whole world from you. Only the light remains.
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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