Ο μπογιατζής ⬥ A slow tune from Naoussa, Macedonia, by local musicians recorded in 1975. Vangelis Psathas on the zournas and Yiorgos Psathas on the daouli (davul).
Τ’ άστριν κι του φεγγαράκι ⬥ The star -come now my treasure- the star and the little moon, the star, my precious, and the moon, I’ll follow a narrow trail soon. I'm following it -come now my precious - I'm following the narrow trail, I'm following the narrow trail and [...]
Ήρθαν τα Κρητικά παιδιά ⬥ The word’s gone round: the lads from Crete, the lads who hail from Crete, those brave and comely Cretan lads, have now cast anchor here. The comely and attractive ones and those who are betrothed, they’ve fitted out of sailing ship to sail the open [...]
Του ναύτη η μάνα ⬥ The wretched mother kneaded dough: her sailor son required rusks. She kneaded dough, the wretched one, and wept and chanted dirges. My mother to the oven spoke, gave orders to the oven: - O oven, bake this loaf right well and brown the crust all [...]
Πήραν την Πόλη, πήρανε ⬥ They took the City, they took Salonika and they took Agia Sophia along with it. And they took Agia Sophia, the Great Monastery with four hundred semantra, with sixty two bells and a priest for every bell, and a deacon for every priest. And there’s [...]
Σήμερα Δέσπω μ’ Πασχαλιά ⬥ – Today, Despo, ’tis Easter Day, today’s a day of gladness, the married girls have joined the dance, young girls are promenading, and you, Despo, don’t appear among the living people. Despo, it’s your child that cries, it cries and will not settle. – Remember, [...]
Τα κουρίτσια τα καημένα & Σαράντα μ* μι κύκλουσαν ♦ Explicit carnival song from Kozani (Macedonia). Live recording from the concert "Carnival Songs with Domna Samiou", held on March 4, 2003 at the Thessaloniki Concert Hall.
Στης Στάτιστας τα μέρη ⬥ Up Siátista way, just up from Kastoriá, will you not weep mothers, mothers and children? They killed Pavlos, Pavlos Melás will you not weep, trees and branches? They shot him thrice, three times in his side will you not weep, cities and villages? Three days [...]
Παιδιά μ’ σαν θέλτε λεβεντιά ⬥ When you dream of brave deeds, my black-fated sons, when you dream of bravery, of taking to the hills, ask me first about a klepht’s hard life. For a captain I was o’er twelve long years. And ’twas battles all day and watch all [...]
Άσπρα μου περιστέρια ⬥ White doves o’ mine, white ring-doves, black-hued birds o’ mine, you fly so high above us, traversing the sky. Come down, alight awhile here, in our courtyards here, so I may write upon your wings, on your little wings, to tell the girl I love so [...]
Τι 'θελα και σ' αγαπούσα ⬥ Why did I go and fall for you? Why didn't I just get on with my life? Now my head’s swimming and knives have pierced my heart. The fault was mine, pity me and do what you will with me, open your arms and [...]
Why, it was Easter Day, good George, t’was Easter, the day of happy tidings, my good George, a day of happy tidings, dear Doúkina. All feasted then, and all caroused, and that day all made merry, and George, he idly hung about outside his own front door. Now you see [...]
