Γέρασα, μωρέ παιδιά ⬥ – I have grown old, goddammit, friends, I have grown old and cannot now, I have grown old and cannot now sing the songs I used to sing. I see young men and am green-eyed, an old man full of grievances. I’d rather suffer forty cuts [...]
Γέρασα, μωρέ παιδιά ⬥ 'I have grown old, goddammit, friends, I have grown old and cannot now, I have grown old and cannot now sing the songs I used to sing. I see young men and am green-eyed, an old man full of grievances. I’d rather suffer forty cuts than [...]
Πέρασα καλημέρισα ⬥ I passed by and bid four black eyes good day, four lips, dear Daphne, four red lips. Four red lips and two lithe, slender frames, I passed them by, dear Daphne, and asked them the way. They didn’t say a word, and I set off anyways along [...]
Αν αποθάνω, θάψον με ⬥ If I die, bury me on a tall mountain so I can hear the shepherd’s whistle and the pipe’s sweet sound, so I can hear the shepherd’s whistle and the flute’s sweet sound. Mountains of mine, why do you whistle? Rivers why do you murmur? [...]
Τούτες οι μέρες το ’χουνε ⬥ It is the custom every year to mark these days and weeks with dances for young swains and maids that mothers may rejoice. So let the dance proceed apace, this earth shall surely eat us up. We’re fated all of us to end our [...]
Τούτες οι μέρες το 'χουνε ⬥ It is the custom every year to mark these days and weeks with dances for young swains and maids that mothers may rejoice. So let the dance proceed apace, this earth shall surely eat us up. We're fated all of us to end our [...]
Ο αντρειωμένος ⬥ Don’t weep for the brave man, even if he misses his mark. For if he misses once, if he misses twice, he is still brave. His door is always open, his table forever laid ready for his friends. [When his friends rejoice, joy to the brave man!] [...]
Ο αϊτός ⬥ On a high mountain, on a sharp, steep rock, an eagle was standing and he was gazing, an eagle soaked and freezing. He yearns to fly again -the sun to rise he is pleading. ‘Oh Sun, please rise, please shine and give me warmth and melt the [...]
Ο αντρειωμένος ⬥ Never pity a valiant man not even if he misses, and if he misses once or twice, he's still valiant and brave. Ηis door will always be open, his table will be set and all his friends will drink for him. The men who are big and [...]
Καλότυχα είναι τα βουνά ⬥ Studio recording, 1984. Polyphonic a capella song. A short but profound meditation on the inexorability of death. We notice the exclamations which punctuate each phrase sung by the ‘embroiderer’; do they not perhaps play the same role as the cries of distress of the Chorus [...]
Χειμώνας κι ο χινόπωρος ⬥ Winter and… winter and autumn… winter and autumn eat and drink at the same table. They called for spring to join them, but she said ‘no’. ‘Don’t be proud, flower-decked spring; The reaper will have them all, he’ll scorch the lot.’ Translated by Michael Eleftheriou
