I Sotiria Tis Psihis - Alkistis Protopsalti

I Sotiria Tis Psihis – Alkistis Protopsalti

Posted on 08. Sep, 2009 in Greek Songs

Alkestis Protopsalti sings “I sotiria tis psihis”, a Greek song that translates to “The Salvation of The Soul”. Whether you listen to this type of Greek Music or not, you cannot help it but agree, that this song is probably one of the most tender and beautiful songs ever written.

When it seems that all stories are told, there is always one more, the one about the most important journey: I Sotitia Tis Psihis; and who can tell better a story of that journey than Lina Nikolakopoulou, whose lyrics weave into the so melancholic music of Kraounakis and the swinging voice of Alkestis Protopsalti.

“The Salvation of the soul” is an ultimate anthem to all our fears, hopes, loves and losses. To life itself. “Like a relaxation journey with a hidden wound” as the songs suggest. It tell us the great truth of life and love – that even “it doesn’t matter that so many kisses before they got old were taken by the wave”.

Rare are the moments where we can stop for a moment and recognize that some old, small pieces “casted a shadow” and “look like palaces”. This persuasive song will remind you, whenever you play it, that The Salvation of The Soul” is what matters the most at the end of the day.

The interesting detail about the song is that its title refers to a little boat; according to Lina Nikolakopoulou ” I Sotiria tis psihis” was a small boat for commuters in her homeland Methana, a little island outside Athens in the Saronic Gulf.

Music: Stamatis Kraounakis
Lyrics: Lina Nikolakopoulou
Performed by: Alkistis Protopsalti

I Sotiria Tis Psihis – English Lyrics

We will find again the mornings in the country
while embracing in the bed
and it doesn’t matter that so early
we will be looking around without looking for anything

The materials of safeness
are sweet words recorded on tapes
for these which came late
but the heart took them
with the arms wide open

The salvation of soul is a great thing
like a relaxation journey
with a hidden wound

An empty beach to extend the step of our life
and it doesn’t matter
that so many kisses
before they got old were taken by the wave

And there, on the edge of the line
we gift our old pieces to those
which were so small
but they casted a shadow in order to look like palaces