Mikis Theodorakis / The Oracle

Mikis Theodorakis - The Oracle   I was given the wrong oracle and I gave you my hand and all the suffering of the world burst forth and became grief and summer blossomed On your black uniform on your black horse   a black bird I embroidered for you and a red sunrise on your tear Loss took the night and the dream knives false was the oracle that the river will return with ten doves