Αρχοντογιός παντρεύεται ⬥ A prince is to be wed to a dark-eyed bride whose folk sought refuge here. His bride-to-be’s from uprooted stock, little refugee I weep for thee. When his mother heard the news she uprooted trees, dearest dark-eyed maid, she uprooted trees, uprooted maid I weep for thee. [...]
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. [...]
