not-city

ekswthen ke peripou,
stin Poli pou nistepsa,
to Gramma sou me fernei p'esso sou,
anapodwnta polews ousies:

'I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
Cannot once start me.'

o Megas Erwtikos, aksestos kai anaudos en meri,
ta krifa sou paramithia, tou iliggou alitheia (iliggos!)

'Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.'

mipws paeis i mipws erxese? - kaneis na figeis - katse katse wspou na figeis.
gerasmeni poli, wspou gernas pellaniskeis.