Eight years slowly pass reborn your name But Telemachus recalls You were bold among the boars Eight years till Calypso set you free And Penelope awaits Proud and faithfull against fate Oh Zeus Will you spread your mighty hands Bring my journey to an end Help me reach my native land To my Ithaca so grand Mighty Zeus Oh, Mighty Zeus
Carriage from the deep The endless winds have torn the sails to shreds Carriage from the deep And all but one believed that you were dead Look to slay this land and a flower to forget Quickly tie their hands and the pompous you'll regret
Don't come near the cave For this is where Polyphemus abides You'll become a slave And many of your friends will lose their lives Blind the masters host and away before he strikes Speak O Hermes ghost May your winds show me the path In a stall in Circes Isle you'll find your friends Till the Goddess sees your heaven sent There remain untill you'll find again self will For your journey home to be fullfilled
And when I woke from my sleep I long asked my heart wether to leap From my swift going black painted ship And in the sea be drowned Or in silence endure And among the living still abide
To the Hades and all the Oracles beseech Of Achillies you will hear a speech And the sirens voice will echo in your ears Music that no sailor twice will hear
O prophet the threads of my life were spun by the Gods One thing tell me But say the truth The ghost of my mother so dear, I wish to see Enthriced from my hands she flittered away
Ithaca At last, O Athena It is me Telemachus your father, Odysseus My bow slay the Suphres Penelope it is me, Odysseus Peliapus it is me Odysseus O Athena Ithaca, IthacaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
