Τ’ Αϊ-Γιωργιού τη βραδινή ⬥ On Saint George’s eve, as Saint George’s day was ending, a princess was rigging a solid gold frigate with sails of pure silk and silken cords for tackle, a helm of gold, oars wrought in silver, and a hand-picked crew, each a chosen man. When [...]
Το τραγούδι του Αϊ-Γιώργη ⬥ A monster plagues our land curled up in a deep well. We feed it poor townsfolk every morn and every night, but when a day goes by without a man for it to dine on the monster will not let a drop of water feed [...]
