Old Dog Contemplating the Sky
BLOOD-STAINED MOON
One held the knife
another the sword
and I held your hand
to warm my hand.
My love, my love, I'll speak to you now
about the time of joy, about freedom.
My love, my love, in the bitter country
the north wind will stop blowing, the sky will clear.
The moon is blood-stained
the sun is dark
and in the night I wait
for the sky to open again.
My love, my love, I'll speak to you now
about the time of joy, about freedom.
My love, my love, in the bitter country
the north wind will stop blowing, the sky will clear.
Sung by Maria Farantouri
Greek composer, Mikos Theodorakis, once said that a song is more powerful than any tank. Throughout his career, he has continued to uplift the world of sorrow with his musical compositions, often sung by Maria Farandouri.
