Κατσαντώνης ⬥ Hail, high mountains, and you, low hills, hail, dear Katsantonis; and you, low-lying hills, my captain, hail. And you Tzoumerka and Agrafa, brave warriors’ lairs. Ne’er say they captured me, for ’twas by treachery and guile they found me, laid out sick and unarmed upon my bed. Translated [...]
Ο Κωσταντής κι ο Κωσταντάς ⬥ Oh, Kostantis, oh, Kostantas, oh, young Kostantinos, for three long years wandered looking for a good wife to wed, [to find a tall maid, a slender maid with proud eyebrows.] When he found a tall maid, a slender maid he liked, a little bird [...]
Κοντούλα λεμονιά ⬥ Hey little lemon tree, short little lemon tree from Vissàni, heavy with fruit, I didn’t see you last night and now I’m sick, and I didn’t even call a doctor. When did you grow up, little one, and spread your branches so? ’Twas you that made me [...]
Βορειοηπειρώτικο μοιρολόι⬥ The tune in free rhythm, recorded in 1960s. Released in extended play 45 rpm disc (Lyra 2023) supervised by Domna Samiou. On the clarinet Tassos Chalkias.
Ξενιτεμένο μου πουλί ⬥ My love-bird far away from home, my love who's broken-hearted, - o, absent love of mine, those foreign lands greet you with joy, while I am pining for you. What should I send you, absent love, to you so far from [...]
Ξενιτεμένο μου πουλί ⬥ My heart-sick bird flown far from home, joy you bring those far-flung lands, sadness all you leave behind. What'll I send, beloved stranger, to you there, in foreign lands? If I send an apple, it will rot, if I send a quince, it will wither. If [...]
Ξενιτεμένο μου πουλί ⬥ My love-bird far away from home, my love who’s broken-hearted, - o, absent love of mine, those foreign lands greet you with joy, while I am pining for you. What should I send you, absent love, to you so far from home now. I send an apple [...]
Γιε μου γιατί δε λούζεσαι ⬥ – My son, why don’t you go and wash, why don’t you change your clothing? Today, my child, is Easter Day, you’ll go and take communion. – No, mother, you must know I sinned while I was in the fighting. The other men all [...]
Σαμαρίνα ⬥ Hey, you young klephts, you sons of Samarina, if you go up to the mountains, the Samarina way [don’t fire off shots, don’t belt out songs]. And if my mum and cunning sister ask you don’t tell them I got killed and that I am dead, just tell [...]
Άσπρη βαμπακιά ⬥ Lambros Goumenos, who sings, a teacher from Kerasovo, Preveza, in the 1980s, taped songs from his native area and gave them to Domna Samiou for inclusion in her archive.
Τρυγόνα ⬥ There in the sky that you fly, my lady turtle-dove, when from these hights you're looking down, did you by chance see my lover, did you see the man I love, did you see my dashing man, my lady turtle-dove? -Oh yes, indeed, Ι saw him, Ι saw [...]
Yannos and Marigo went to the same school. Yannos could read and write, Marigo could sing. They loved each other, no one knew it. Yannos came to a decision and told his mother, - Mother, I love Marigo and want to marry her. - What are you saying, my crazy [...]
