Το μοιρολόι της Παναγιάς (Mπαϊντίρι) ⬥ … The Virgin heard the awful news, she swooned and fell, they fetched some water in a crock; three tumblers of flower-water and four of rose they bathed her with, until they had revived her, and once her senses were restored, she spoke despairingly: [...]
Το μοιρολόι της Παναγιάς (Μαρμαράς) ⬥ … A voice from heaven could be heard, a good archangel speaking. My lady, that’s enough of prayers, enough of doing penance, for they have roughly seized your son and hauled him to the blacksmith, and thence to Pontius Pilate’s courts, and there they [...]
Το μοιρολόι της Παναγιάς (Μυτιλήνη) ⬥ … Obediently returning home, she laid the supper table and patiently sat down to wait until her son should come back. Saint Good passed by and called on her and wished her a good evening: – How, with a son upon the cross, his [...]
Το μοιρολόι της Παναγιάς (Φούρνοι Ικαρίας) ⬥ … – Be off with you, you gypsy scum, and may your hearth grow cold, and may you lack a second shirt to clothe your wretched back. They took the path, they took the path, the path that is a footpath, and so [...]
Το μοιρολόι της Παναγιάς (Πόντος) ⬥ … Do you not see that naked man, forlorn and sore afflicted, who wears a garment steeped in blood, a thorny crown upon his head? That man is your beloved son and he’s my teacher too. … Translated by John Leatham
This significant edition aims to convey the spirit of Easter, the Christian feast celebrated amidst the glory and promise of springtime, through the selected rituals of that period of the year and their related sacred songs and tunes. (barcode: 5204910000524)
A collection of 127 traditional songs and tunes from all over Greece that were first released on 45 rpm records between 1959 and 1969 under the direction and musical supervision of Domna Samiou. The collection was compiled and edited by Yiorgos Tsampras.
Κότσαρι ⬥ Dance tune in 2-beat rhythm from Pontus. Live recording from the concert “Songs of Asia Minor with Domna Samiou” at the Megaron, the Athens Concert Hall, on 8/3/2005.
Ο Μάραντον ⬥ Word came calling Marandon up to fight. He forged horseshoes out of silver and nails out of gold and shoed his horse in the dead of night in the moonlight, his beloved at his side with the nails in her kerchief. – Where to, Marandon my love, [...]
Ακρίτας όνταν έλαμνεν ⬥ As Akritas was ploughing near the river, back and forth he went and ploughed five furrows a day, back and forth he went and sowed nine bushels of seed a day. A bird came and perched on the edge of the yoke, then sat smack bang [...]
Αϊτέντς επαραπέτανεν ⬥ An eagle soared high in the sky, high in the heavens with its bloody red jaws and its soot black crown and clutching a brave lad’s arm in its talons. – Hey, eagle, give me what you’re clutching, tell me where you got it. – I’ll not [...]
