Κάτω στον κάμπο τον πλατύ ⬥ Down in the open countryside – why, down there, don’t you see? down there, where all those flowers are blooming, that’s where the fair-haired –dear Irene–, that’s where the fair are gathered. That’s where the fair-haired girls are gathered to build a monastery. The doves bring in [...]
Τώρα είν’ ο Μάης κι η άνοιξη ⬥ It is May month, the spring is here and soon it will be summer, but now the deer are pleasuring and finding spring content. A creature with a dainty step, a doe of timid nature, which does not graze or seek content [...]
Το Μάη λαλούν οι πέρδικες ⬥ It’s in May the partridge sings, in May the nightingale bursts into song, ’tis in May the turtledove takes to the wing and to the brook flies down. Dearest May with your flowers, with your gaiety and your songs. I was born in May [...]
Λεν ήρθι Μάης κι Άνοιξη ⬥ May’s come, May’s come and spring, summer’s come when the perfumed roses bloom. I’ve a white rose I want to dye and if I get the shade just right, many a heart will I smite. Translated by Michael Eleftheriou
Μάης ⬥ May's come, May's come and spring, summer’s come when the perfumed roses bloom. I’ve a white rose I want to dye and if I get the shade just right, many a heart will I smite. Translated by Michael Eleftheriou
Ήρχεν ο Μάης ⬥ May is come and bids me reap but for his sake I shall not go and darken in the sun. May, dear May with the flowers and songs too many to count. The corn flowers are in bloom and the men will soon be away. With [...]
Απρίλ’ Aπρίλη μ’ δροσερέ ⬥ O April, April cool and fresh, dear George, a worthy scholar, May month so finely decked with flowers, dear George, so finely schooled. You’ve taken all the world by storm, my dear Georgoula, angelic lassie, you dazzling creature, flowers and dainties, here’s to you my [...]
Μάη μου με τα λούλουδα ⬥ The May month with its wealth of flowers and April with its dews, I’ve got you on my mind again and didn’t sleep last night. In April and in May and all the summer through, your love, my dearest one, is something very special. [...]
Ζαφείρης – Sung by girls during a country game ⬥ Zaphiris, you’re a tubby lad, you’re short and roly-poly, the door locks are all rusted up and weeds have choked the doorways, you’ve left the houses tumbled down, the ovens heaps of rubble, what’s more you’ve left your wife with [...]
