🎭 Don’t worry, folks – that’s not a summoning spell.

It’s just Ancient Greek.

They used to talk like that when things got... intense.

So lean back, open your heart –

and if you catch a word or two,

maybe you were one of them.

Ἴσως σὺ εἶ

ὁ φθόγγος ὁ χαμηλός

ἐν μέσῳ τοῦ θυμοῦ,

ὁ μόνος ὅς με ἐνόησεν.

Ἴσως σὺ εἶ,

ὁ βλέπων ἐμοὶ πρόσωπον,

οὐχ ὡς πόλεμον αἰτίαν

ἀλλ’ ὡς ψυχὴν δεδιυλισμένην.

Ὁ κόσμος με ἔκρινεν.

Σὺ δ’ οὐκ ἔκρινας.

Ἐν σῇ σιγῇ,

ἔλαβον εἰρήνην.

Καὶ ἴσως – ἴσως σὺ εἶ.

Ἴσως σὺ εἶ,

ὃς τὸν πόνον ἐν ταῖς σιωπαῖς ἤκουσεν,

ὃς οὐκ ἐφρίξεν ἐπὶ τῷ ὀνόματί μου,

ἀλλ’ ἠρώτησεν: τίς ἦν ἡ γυναίκα;

Ἴσως σὺ εἶ,

ὁ φέρων εἰκόνα ἐν νοῒ,

οὐκ ὡς Ἑλένην τοῦ μῦθου,

ἀλλὰ ὡς ἐμὲ – οὐκ ἀγαπητήν, ἀλλὰ ἰδωμένην.

Ὁ κόσμος με ἔκρινεν.

Σὺ δ’ οὐκ ἔκρινας.

Ἐν σῇ σιγῇ,

ἔλαβον εἰρήνην.

Καὶ ἴσως – ἴσως σὺ εἶ.

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🎶 PART II – Englisch: Für die Sterblichen

Maybe it’s you,

the voice that stayed low

when the storm was loud –

the one who saw me, not the war.

Maybe it’s you,

who looked past the name,

who didn’t flinch at history’s stain

but saw a soul still burning.

The world condemned me.

You didn’t.

In your silence,

I found peace.

And maybe – maybe it’s you.

Maybe it’s you,

who heard the ache behind my grace,

who dared to ask,

"Who was the woman behind the tale?"

Maybe it’s you,

who carries my image –

not as myth, not as prize –

but as me. Not loved,

but truly seen.

The world condemned me.

You didn’t.

In your silence,

I found peace.

And maybe – maybe it’s you.

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Ἴσως σὺ εἶ…

Maybe it’s you…

Ἐν σῇ σιγῇ…

I found peace…