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 εδικονίζετο ο Κωσταντής ⬥ When Kostantis was begging in foreign lands, he walked the streets and crossed the narrows wearing his monk’s habit short, his sword appeared, his silver sword [in its golden scabbard. A princess spied it from high up in the palace. - That’s no monk and [...]
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 [...]
Πότε θα κάνει ξαστεριά ⬥ When will it be clear skies When will it be February? Then I will take my rifle A warrior comes down from the Omolos plateau He comes down from the Omolos to the road at Mousourou To deprive mothers of their children Wives of their [...]
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 [...]
