Τῇ καλλίστῃ
Λύσανδρος ΝότηςLysandros Notis
Lyrics: 2025, Dan Loveschmidt
Look at me, become the man Break my world in two Run, fight, claim me If not, then I turn back. (chorus) I am the apple, I am the flame If you don’t hold me, I will burn. If you don’t want me, I don’t belong. One night, and then I go. Listen, my footsteps Slip on secret roads. Whoever finds me, wins nothing. Whoever is lost, wins light. See, I cut the thread Whoever lingers, loses me. Another will find the golden apple Another will give, another will take. Sweet apple, golden apple, In your hands, my fate. Choose war or oblivion, But you must be the one to choose. (chorus x2) I am the apple, I am the flame If you don’t hold me, I will burn. If you don’t want me, I don’t belong. One night, and then I go. (outro) Another will find the golden apple Another will give, another will take. Sweet apple, golden apple, In your hands, my fate. Choose war or oblivion, But you must be the one to choose. Original Greek Lyrics ================= Κοίτα με, γίνε ο άντρας Σπάσε τον κόσμο μου στα δυο Τρέξε, πάλεψε, ζήτα με Αν όχι, τότε γυρνώ. (chorus) Είμαι το μήλο, είμαι η φλόγα Δεν με κρατάς, θα καώ. Δεν με ζητάς, δεν ανήκω. Μια νύχτα, κι ύστερα πάω. Άκου, τα βήματά μου Γλιστρούν σε δρόμους μυστικούς. Όποιος με βρει, κερδίζει τίποτα. Όποιος χαθεί, κερδίζει φως. Δες, το νήμα κόβω Όποιος αργεί, δεν με κρατά. Άλλος θα βρει το χρυσό μήλο Άλλος το δίνει, άλλος το παίρνει. Μήλο γλυκό, μήλο χρυσό, Στα χέρια σου η μοίρα μου. Διάλεξε πόλεμο ή λήθη, Αλλά να διαλέξεις εσύ. (chorus x2) Είμαι το μήλο, είμαι η φλόγα Δεν με κρατάς, θα καώ. Δεν με ζητάς, δεν ανήκω. Μια νύχτα, κι ύστερα πάω. (outro) Άλλος θα βρει το χρυσό μήλο Άλλος το δίνει, άλλος το παίρνει. Μήλο γλυκό, μήλο χρυσό, Στα χέρια σου η μοίρα μου. Διάλεξε πόλεμο ή λήθη, Αλλά να διαλέξεις εσύ.
In the book’s third arc, the world of Wild Bitch Season (Сезон за лов на диви кучки) stops pretending to be a harmless coming-of-age mess. Everything sharpens. Every gesture cuts. Mila’s “fight for me” moment lands exactly here, at the point where jealousy stops being a flirtation and turns into a test. Her marriage already cracked, her connection with the main character already tangled, she decides to tip the balance by throwing her own version of an apple into the middle of the room and waiting to see who reaches for it first. It’s the kind of emotional gamble that fits her perfectly: half-romantic, half-cruel, and fully incapable of imagining the fallout.
The triangle has been simmering since early on, but now all cushioning gets removed. Mila wants to be wanted; her husband wants control; the protagonist refuses to play by the rules she sets. That tension maps cleanly to the old tale of Eris and her apple: a choice designed to create discord, not clarity. Mila doesn’t seek peace — she wants reaction, proof, some spark that tells her she still has power.
The Greek pop-folk frame comes straight from the era itself. Late-90s and early-2000s Bulgaria was soaked in music, and pop-folk saturated every cheap bar, kitchen table, and night-time street. It was seductive, trashy, emotional — exactly the backdrop for Mila’s kind of drama. “Τῇ καλλίστῃ” leans into that sound, turning her moment into something that feels like it could have played from a nearby speaker the night the whole thing blew open.