Ντιρλαντά ⬥ Studio recording, in 1966. Released in 45 rpm disc (Fidelity 7375, 1966) supervised by Domna Samiou. Song of sponge-fishermen of Kalymnos with impromptu satiric verses.
Ο μισεμός είναι καημός ⬥ Exile is the greatest hardship, the parting so upsetting but oh, that greeting “Welcome home”, oh that Maroúli,1 is bliss. The diver’s air-pump is my mother, the winding winch my sister and on my mate upon the deck2 my very life depends. For you, I [...]
Το Μαρούλι ⬥ Exile is the greatest hardship, the parting so upsetting but oh, that greeting “Welcome home”, oh that Maroúli,1 is bliss. The diver's air-pump is my mother, the winding winch my sister and on my mate upon the deck2 my very life depends. For you, I wear the diving-suit, and [...]
Η τράτα μας η κουρελού ⬥ Our battered old boat 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 [...]
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 [...]
Γιω Μαργιώ ⬥ Net casting a-plenty, rigging and rigging again And Nikolis was shouting: ‘One more rope’. The knot of the net is off to sea and who will draw it up? And Nikolis shouting at us to come out of the hold! Even our captain wants our harm. Nets [...]
Γιω Μαργιώ ⬥ Praise be to God, we’ve fish a-plenty, we’ re readying the nets again, and Nikolis would shout at us, let’s have another rope. The trawl-beam’s on the bottom now, who will cast the nets? and Nikolis would shout at us, let’s clear out of the hold. The [...]
