Κάστρο και πού ’ν’ οι πύργοι σου ⬥ – Castle, what has happened to your towers and your belfries? And where are all those gallant lads, those fine upstanding fellows? – Ah me, those gallant lads of mine, those fine upstanding fellows, the gloomy earth enjoys them now in dark [...]
Ο Χάροντας και οι αντρειωμένοι ⬥ My friends, what happened to all the brave men in the world? They're not on the mountains and they're not in the passes. They're down at the edge of the sky, at the end of the world, building a castle to hide from Charon. [...]
Ούλες οι χώρες χαίρουνται ⬥ Great joy across the land, great joy in every village and all in the best, the best of spirits save Rhodes, poor ill-fated Rhodes. Great joy across the land, great joy in every breast save ill-fated Rhodes that stands defenceless. Three years bombarded now from [...]
Όνειρο το ’δα η λυγερή ⬥ English translation is not available. The lyrics in French follows: – Ce que j'ai vu en rêve, mon roseau, explique-le moi: ce soir-là je commandais des pays et je ramassais des poireaux et je cassais des noisettes, mon petit, dans ton tablier. – Ne [...]
Μαύρο καπνό είδα κι έβγαινε ⬥ I saw some black smoke rise up out of the reeds; The reeds are numberless and a monster hides in them. Three huntsmen have decided to go and kill it. On the way they talk about it: When we have killed the monster in [...]
Οψές επέρνου ποταμούς ⬥ Last night I forded rivers and crossed bridges and heard sighing and wondered what it was. Digenis is fighting for his life and the world cowers, the sky thunders and lightning flashes. The whole upper world is shaking, and the underworld is gaping open, its foundations [...]
Ο αντρειωμένος ⬥ Don’t weep for the brave man, even if he misses his mark. For if he misses once, if he misses twice, he is still brave. His door is always open, his table forever laid ready for his friends. [When his friends rejoice, joy to the brave man!] [...]
Αυγή τσ’ αυγής ⬥ The dawn of dawn, I’ll rise at the dawn of dawn to get myself to the mountain’s root, at the mountain’s root to greet the day. To greet the day, o mount of mine, atop your peak. To wander upon your flank, To stroll across your [...]
Ο αϊτός ⬥ On a high mountain, on a sharp, steep rock, an eagle was standing and he was gazing, an eagle soaked and freezing. He yearns to fly again -the sun to rise he is pleading. ‘Oh Sun, please rise, please shine and give me warmth and melt the [...]
Ο αντρειωμένος ⬥ Never pity a valiant man not even if he misses, and if he misses once or twice, he's still valiant and brave. Ηis door will always be open, his table will be set and all his friends will drink for him. The men who are big and [...]
Τα χελιδόνια τση Βλαχιάς ⬥ The swallows of Vlachiá and the birds of the West weeping late and weeping early, weeping at noon, weeping for ravaged Adrianoúpolis sacked on all the year’s great feasts at Christmas for candles, on Palm Sunday for laurel and on Easter Day for the ‘Christ [...]
Όντεν εθεμελιώνανε ⬥ When the angels the City did found with water from the Holy Mount and clay from Chios and tiles from Adrianoúpolis. And when the angels had built the City they stopped to rest and behold and admire it. ‘But what shall we call this place, what name [...]
Μάνα πολλά μαλώνεις με ⬥ You scold me, mother, overmuch, I want to go abroad now, to go, good mother, overseas to go to foreign places. You’ ll not see me for months, for years you will not run across me. Good mother, feasts will fall as wont, and holidays [...]
