Όλα τα τραγούδια σου με ανατριχιαζουν γλυκιά μου Αρλετα ❤️❤️ Η απουσία σου αισθητή. Καλό παράδεισο και θα μας συντροφεύει η ευαίσθητη γαλήνια μουσική σου που εκφράζει εμάς τους ρομαντικούς!!! ❤️
Its a very poetic song with weird lyrics, so here is a little explanation the singer gave in an interview a few years back: "So one very nice night, I was on the balcony, until I saw a little girl walking down the street, wearing red and holding a box in her hand. And behind her came another creature, like a dog, or an elf. They were both out of sight for a moment and then I heard a horrible scream. After a while the little girl came back, only her basket seemed heavier. Then I realized that even now (that we are old) we are still told fairy tales. Well, the wolf never ate Little Red Riding Hood, the Little Red Riding Hood made fooled him. She took his remains and took them to her grandmother. And this is where "the wolf" (title of the song) started." As i said its very "poetic" and the lyrics are still kinda "encrypted", so go ahead and try to decrypt them yourself and find the meaning! It is twelve o'clock, it is the time of the madmen I will meet you somewhere, I will find you somewhere in their cells, people sleep lightly the roads are free for hunting it is twelve o'clock, it is the time of the madmen if you hear a hoarse laughter, close the blinds wolf, my dear Wolf, can you hear? I come out of my nest to chase you wolf, my dear Wolf, can you hear? you are my only hope and thus i follow you My pretty little lamb, what are you looking for in the street? we are all tangled in his law Teeth have come out of the stars, nails have sprouted in the streets, frantic, the night plays "robbers and cops" when it gets dark the wolf comes out in the city square in the lost state (as in a city) and searches for food the lambs are locked, and the key is made of sugar some secluded benches, bushes and silence wolf, my dear wolf, are you here? it is your wild side that moves me It is twelve o'clock, it is the time of the madmen where darkness blooms, where darkness blooms It is twelve o'clock, it is the time of the madmen I will meet you somewhere, I will find you somewhere
Its a very poetic song with weird lyrics, so hear is a little explanation the singer gave in an interview a few years back: "So one very nice night, I was on the balcony, until I saw a little girl walking down the street, wearing red and holding a box in her hand. And behind him came another creature, like a dog, or an elf. They were both out of sight for a moment and then I heard a horrible scream. After a while the little girl came back, only her basket seemed heavier. Then I realized that even now (that we are old) we are still told fairy tales. Well, the wolf never ate Little Red Riding Hood, the Little Red Riding Hood made fooled him. She took his remains and took them to her grandmother. And this is where "the wolf" (title of the song) started." As i said its very "poetic" and the lyrics are still kinda "encrypted", so go ahead and try to decrypt them yourself and find the meaning! It is twelve o'clock, it is the time of the madmen I will meet you somewhere, I will find you somewhere in their cells, people sleep lightly the roads are free for hunting it is twelve o'clock, it is the time of the madmen if you hear a hoarse laughter, close the blinds wolf, my dear Wolf, can you hear? I come out of my nest to chase you wolf, my dear Wolf, can you hear? you are my only hope and thus i follow you My pretty lamb lamb, what are you looking for in the street? we are all tangled in his law Teeth have come out of the stars, nails have sprouted in the streets, frantic, the night plays "robbers and cops" when it gets dark the wolf comes out in the city square in the lost state (as in a city) and searches for food the lambs are locked, and the key is made of sugar some secluded benches, bushes and silence wolf, my dear wolf, are you here? it is your wild side that moves me It is twelve o'clock, it is the time of the madmen where darkness blooms, where darkness blooms It is twelve o'clock, it is the time of the madmen I will meet you somewhere, I will find you somewhere
Its a very poetic song with weird lyrics, so here is a little explanation the singer gave in an interview a few years back: "So one very nice night, I was on the balcony, until I saw a little girl walking down the street, wearing red and holding a box in her hand. And behind him came another creature, like a dog, or an elf. They were both out of sight for a moment and then I heard a horrible scream. After a while the little girl came back, only her basket seemed heavier. Then I realized that even now (that we are old) we are still told fairy tales. Well, the wolf never ate Little Red Riding Hood, the Little Red Riding Hood made fooled him. She took his remains and took them to her grandmother. And this is where "the wolf" (title of the song) started." As i said its very "poetic" and the lyrics are still kinda "encrypted", so go ahead and try to decrypt them yourself and find the meaning! It is twelve o'clock, it is the time of the madmen I will meet you somewhere, I will find you somewhere in their cells, people sleep lightly the roads are free for hunting it is twelve o'clock, it is the time of the madmen if you hear a hoarse laughter, close the blinds wolf, my dear Wolf, can you hear? I come out of my nest to chase you wolf, my dear Wolf, can you hear? you are my only hope and thus i follow you My pretty little lamb, what are you looking for in the street? we are all tangled in his law Teeth have come out of the stars, nails have sprouted in the streets, frantic, the night plays "robbers and cops" when it gets dark the wolf comes out in the city square in the lost state (as in a city) and searches for food the lambs are locked, and the key is made of sugar some secluded benches, bushes and silence wolf, my dear wolf, are you here? it is your wild side that moves me It is twelve o'clock, it is the time of the madmen where darkness blooms, where darkness blooms It is twelve o'clock, it is the time of the madmen I will meet you somewhere, I will find you somewhere
«Ο Λύκος» είναι προϊόν του παλιού μου σπιτιού. Το οποίο βρισκόταν Δεληγιάννη και Τσαμαδού. Στον περίφημο «πρεζόδρομο» των Εξαρχείων. Ακόμα δεν είχε πεζοδρομηθεί ολόκληρος ο «πρεζόδρομος». Είχε πεζοδρομηθεί από την πλατεία μέχρι την Τοσίτσα. Το σπίτι μου ήταν στον πρώτο όροφο και είχε ένα μπαλκόνι στο οποίο, πότε χωρούσα και πότε δεν χωρούσα, ανάλογα με το αν ήμουνα φουσκωμένη ή ξεφούσκωτη. Εγώ είμαι σαν το ακορντεόν, ανοιγοκλείνω σε όλη μου τη ζωή. Τώρα τελευταία έχω ανοίξει λίγο παραπάνω, πάντα ελπίζω όμως ότι μπορεί να κλείσω και πάλι. Μια πολύ ωραία βραδιά λοιπόν, ήμουνα στο μπαλκόνι, χωρούσα εκείνη την εποχή, ώσπου είδα ένα κοριτσάκι να προχωράει στο δρόμο, φόραγε κόκκινα και κράταγε ένα καλαθάκι στο χέρι του. Και από πίσω του ερχόταν ένα άλλο πλάσμα, σαν σκύλος, σαν ξωτικό. Χαθήκαν και οι δύο προς στιγμήν και τότε άκουσα ένα φρικιαστικό ουρλιαχτό. Μετά από λίγο το κοριτσάκι ξαναγύρισε, μόνο που το καλαθάκι του φαινόταν πιο βαρύ. Τότε κατάλαβα ότι ακόμα κι εκεί μας λένε παραμύθια. Λοιπόν ο λύκος δεν την έφαγε ποτέ την κοκκινοσκουφίτσα, η κοκκινοσκουφίτσα τον κολάτσισε. Πήρε τα υπολείμματα του και τα πήγε στη γιαγιάκα της. Από 'κει ξεκίνησε "ο Λύκος". Από συνέντευξη με την Μαρίζα Κούτσουπα
