Σαράντα παλικάρια ⬥ Forty brave lads and an old man took up arms and dressed for war. Slinging their muskets, the mountains light up, buckling on their swords, oceans shine. They set off on their way, along the coast to their mother, her blessing to receive: ‘May Fate smile on [...]
Ξένος ήμαν κι ήρθα τώρα ⬥ I was far away, but now I'm back from foreign lands with diamonds and fresh-struck gold and silver coins for you. – What use is gold to me, what good is silver, when my heart is locked tight shut two and forty times. Money [...]
Θ’ ανέβω σε ψηλό βουνό ⬥ With golden adz and silver saw I climb a mountain high, up where the best trees grow. To cut boughs of laurel and apple and orange my lyre and silver bow to carve, and to sing as I know how. The girls dance so [...]
Με γέλασαν τα πουλιά ⬥ Tricked I was, tricked by the birds, tricked by the nightingales of spring. They tricked me and told me I would never die. And I built my home up higher than the rest with seven, eight floors and three score windows, at one of which [...]
