Nights Without Hope (Rebetiko Song)
Late nights without hope
I walk the streets alone.
Before your shuttered window
I spend sad hours.
How I long to meet you
to find old joys again,
again to give you kisses
so black despair will leave.
But who knows where you wander
There in some foreign land.
I wonder if you think of me
or suffer for someone else.
trans Gail Holst-Warhaft
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