Ναυτόπουλο ψυχομαχεί ⬥ Narrative song, a syrmatikos tune from Olympos, Karpathos, with Michalis Zographidis and a men’s group from Olympos. Recorded in 2000.
Αγάντα γιαλέσα ⬥ Tune of sponge-fishermen from Kalymnos with impromptu verses, with Pantelis Ginis and a men’s choir. Released on a 45 rpm disc in 1966.
Ηπούλησα τη βάρκα μου ⬥ In Saloniki I sold my boat, but when I got home to Chios, I didn’t have a groat. Heave ho once — man the sails! Heave ho twice — to the village! Heave ho thrice — maid, come to see my face. Off Diachori our [...]
Ανάμεσα Τσιρίγο ⬥ Between Tsirigo and Cape Maleas, Virgin Mother, a ship is fighting for its life with all its cargo, too. Wave-buffeted and sailing to and fro, Virgin Mother, searching for a haven that isn’t to be had. Help us come through this alive, Sweet Virgin, and we’ll light [...]
Ηθέλησεν ο κυρ Βοριάς ⬥ Oh yes, indeed did Boreas, Master North Wind, truly wish, Master North Wind, truly wish indeed to blow with gale force strength. He issued urgent warnings dire to every port and haven: – Secure your warps and anchors, ships, for I desire to blow, and [...]
Η τράτα μας η κουρελού ⬥ Our fishing-boat a battered hulk, we cobbled it together, we patched it up a thousand times, it stayed a ragged sight. Our fishing-boat, an ugly tub , had neither sails nor sweeps. Cast off, cast off and pull away! Take me along with you. [...]
Η τράτα μας η κουρελού ⬥ Our trata and its tattered old nets patched over and over and yet always torn. Our old boat needs sails, Our old boat needs oars If mum only knew that I worked on that boat, she’d send me my clothes and my old breeches, [...]
Σελίμ ⬥ Our boat is rigged, élessa-yialéssa, and goes to cast nets, elessa-yialessa. Élli, yiamóli, yiássa, íssa, hó! Vré háide, vré hoúide, tsalapalatsíngo! We cast our nets at Kerassia, élessa-yialéssa, and drew three thousand, élessa-yialéssa. We took them to Marmara, élessa-yialéssa, and we made money, élessa-yialéssa. *village on the Thracian [...]
Μια κόρη από την Αμοργό ⬥ She’s a girl from Amorgos, ribbon, o my ribbon! she wants to go out to sea, braided, ribbon mine! But how? She cannot go to sea, she cannot use an oar. She pays three hundred florins down, the passage costs her that, and then she gives [...]
