Song 08 / #CYP1 – Cyprus

Song title: Exomologisi

Music by: Savvas Degirmentzoglou

Lyrics by: Avraam Konstandinou

Artist: Avraam Konstandinou

Listen to ‘Exomologisi’ here:

Our song is dedicated to all those people who are trying to discover their inner world and exile the ghost from within’…

Biography of Avraam Konstantinou (Lyricist & Singer)

Into the sea of emotions of Avraam Konstantinou, there had always co-existed notions like: Asia Minor, Refugees, separation, culture, melodies and loads of other characteristics that make up a mythical world: the Romioi (Greeks), who had once achieved great things in the East.

He was born in the late 1970s in Limassol in Cyprus.  A restless spirit and a descendant of a family of refugees from Kyrenia, who from his early childhood, he used to listen carefully to the sounds of yesterday on his grandfather’s old radio: Sophia Vembo, Kaldaras, Vicky Moscholiou, Kouyioumtzis, Tsitsanis, Mitsakis… He also listened to modern songs of his time, but Rembetiko had always seemed to him that it had a special grace.

So much did he love these songs, that at some point, he started to think up his own lyrics as well.  And it was then that his talent started to become apparent.

Biography of Savvas Degirmentzoglou (Composer-Musician)

He was born in Constantinople in the late 1960s and had lived there since his early childhood until he was 17. The numerous musical stimuli and sounds of this multicultural artistic city and also his father’s musical talent inspired him to choose music as his main occupation from an early age.

In 2013, he meets Avraam Konstantinou, an exceptional Cypriot lyric writer, whose lyrics about Constantinople and Asia Minor inspire him and since then, Savvas Degirmentzoglou had been writing these songs with Avraam Konstantinou. 

Εξομολόγηση

Μουσική: Σάββας Ντεγιρμεντζόγλου

Στίχοι: Αβραάμ Κωνσταντίνου

Ενορχήστρωση: Βασίλης Σεβαστόπουλος

Τα φαντάσματά μου τα παλιά

Πάλι με τρυπάνε σαν γυαλιά

Πάλι μου φωνάζουν δυνατά:

« Έλα και αμάρτησε ξανά»!

Σε ποιον να πω

Σε ποιον να πω

Τις αμαρτίες μου;

Είναι πολλές

Είναι πολλές οι ανομίες μου

Με κυνηγούνε

Οι τρελές φοβίες μου

Παίρνω νερό απ’ την πηγή

Για να ξεπλύνω την πληγή!

Τα φαντάσματά μου προσπαθούν

Στο μυαλό διέξοδο να βρουν

Κτίζουν τείχη και με πολεμούν

Πάντοτε φαρμάκι με κερνούν…

Σε ποιον να πω

Σε ποιον να πω

Τις αμαρτίες μου;

Είναι πολλές

Είναι πολλές οι ανομίες μου

Με κυνηγούνε

Οι τρελές φοβίες μου

Παίρνω νερό απ’ την πηγή

Για να ξεπλύνω την πληγή!

Confession

My ghosts of old,

They pierce me again like glass

Once more they shout at me loudly:

“Come and sin again”!

To whom should I say

To whom should I speak

Of my sins?

They are many

My iniquities are many

They chase me

My crazy fears

I take water from the spring

To wash the wound!

My ghosts try

To find refuge in my mind

They build walls and fight against me 

Always ministering to me poison!*

To whom should I say

To whom should I speak

Of my sins?

They are many

My iniquities are many

They chase me

My crazy fears

I take water from the spring

To wash the wound!