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So I was on Youtube just a few minutes ago, listening to some good old Greek rock from the late ’70s – early ’80s, when I noticed a comment by a Turkish guy under a video of Pavlos Sidiropoulos, saying that he thought the music was really good, but he couldn’t understand the lyrics.

I really liked that.

You know, music is supposed to bring people together, and it does. And translators are supposed to promote understanding by breaking language barriers. And being a translator, I thought I should do this. So here goes a “loose” translation for a Greek blues song, as requested by a friend from Turkey.

The song is called “Babis o flou” from the LP “FLOU” (1978). I do not own the song, or lyrics, just the translation freely offered in the name of love (and/for) music.

Babis the loose

I’m gonna tell you a story
about Babis, Babis the loose,
you told him, hey Babis what’s up
he said loose, man, everything is loose

Always drunk and jobless
he was cool, he was, Babis the loose
humming alone and all the time
he said loose, man, everything is loose

He teased whomever he wanted
without another thought
and if he was a bit bored
he lay down wherever to catch some sun

He teased the brunettes,
he was cool, he was, Babis the loose
he pinched the blondes,
he was cool, Babis the loose

And when he got caught
he played dead, Babis the loose,
and if questioned too much
he said loose, man, everything is loose

He teased whomever he wanted
without another thought
and if he was a bit bored
he lay down wherever to catch some sun

Ο Μπάμπης ο Φλου

Μια ιστορία θα σας πω
για το Μπάμπη το Μπάμπη τον φλου
που του ‘λεγες βρε Μπάμπη τι τρέχει εδώ
σού ‘λεγε φλου, φίλε μου όλα είναι φλου

Πάντα πιωμένος κι άνεργος
ήταν ωραίος ο Μπάμπης ο φλου
μουρμούραει μόνος και διαρκώς
σού ‘λεγε φλου, φίλε μου όλα είναι φλου

Πείραζε όποιον του ‘ρχότανε
χωρίς να το σκεφτεί
κι άμα ψιλοβαριότανε
άραζε όπου ‘βρισκε να λιαστεί

Πείραζε όποιον του ‘ρχότανε
χωρίς να το σκεφτεί
κι άμα ψιλοβαριότανε
άραζε όπου ‘βρισκε να λιαστεί

Πείραζε τις μελαχρινές
ήταν ωραίος, ο Μπάμπης ο φλου
τσιμπολογούσε τις ξανθές
ήταν ωραίος, ο Μπάμπης ο φλου

Κι όταν τον μπουζουριάζανε
ψόφιος κοριός ο Μπάμπης ο φλου
κι αν τον πολυρωτάγανε
σού ‘λεγε φλου, φίλε μου όλα είναι φλου

Πείραζε όποιον του ‘ρχότανε
χωρίς να το σκεφτεί
κι άμα ψιλοβαριότανε
άραζε όπου ‘βρισκε να λιαστεί

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