Της Τρίπολης οι λοχαγοί ⬥ The captains of Trípoli, mana mou, the captains of Trípoli and the brave men of Moriá. In Albania they lie, in Iván they rest. A curse on Korytsá, Kleisoura and Tepeleni! You took our boys from us, no brave lad did you spare. I joined [...]
Δώδεκα ευζωνάκια ⬥ Twelve young evzones decided, Holy Virgin, they decided to go to war. On their way, Holy Virgin, upon the black sea a blacker storm blew up and ripped their sails to shreds. Help us, Holy Virgin, help us save them and we’ll light a thousand candles in [...]
Τ’ έχεις καημένε Παρνασσέ ⬥ What ails you, poor Parnassós, what ails you that you stand there sadly. Are your snows not deep, are your streams not fresh? ’Tis’ not my snows, for they are deep, nor my streams, for they run fresh. ’Tis Dístomo, whose folk they slaughtered, ’tis [...]
