Να ’σαν τα νιάτα δυο φορές ⬥ Studio recording (1950s). Released on an extended play 78 and 45 rpm discs (Fidelity 77047 και 7047, 1959), supervised by Domna Samiou.
Στη μέση στα Καλάβρυτα ⬥ In the heart of Kalavryta, beneath the great plane tree, old Zaimis sat, three old men a-sitting. There were three old men there, three elders. Zaimis and Petimezas and old man Haralambis, ’twas a council and Patras they would burn. "Make your mark, Zaimis, sign..." [...]
Στα Βέρβενα, στα Δολιανά ⬥ Studio recording (2006). Based on Domna Samiou's 1972 field recording of the song in Pera Melana, Kynouria, Arcadia, sung by Angeliki (Koula) Aneziri.
Απόψε δεν επλάγιασα ⬥ Studio recording, 1961. Released in 1961, in LP Songs of the Sea and of the Highlands (Philips 600506 PR, 1961) supervised by Domna Samiou.
Ας πα να δουν τα μάτια μου ⬥ Let my eyes go see for themselves how my love spends her days, lest she’s found another and fallen in love and left me. Who said that, my dark-haired one, who said I didn't love you? If it was the sun, may [...]
Ας πα να δουν τα μάτια μου ⬥ Let my eyes go see for themselves how my love spends her days, lest she’s found another and fallen in love and left me. Who said that, my dark-haired one, who said I didn't love you? If it was the sun, may [...]
Σου είπα μάνα πάντρεψέ με ⬥ Studio recording, 1961. Released in 1961, in LP Songs of the Sea and of the Highlands (Philips 600506 PR, 1961) supervised by Domna Samiou.
Απόψε πίν' αφέντης μου ⬥ Studio recording, 2006. Domna Samiou taped the song in Pera Melana, Kynouria, Arcadia, sung by Angeliki (Koula) Aneziri, in 1972.
Τώρα τα πουλιά ⬥ Now the birds, now the swallows, Now the partridges do not cease singing and saying: – Awake, my lord, awake, my good lord, Awake, embrace my cypress body, My white throat and my small breasts which are like lemons, Which are like cool water at the [...]
Νεραντζούλα φουντωμένη ⬥ Oh, bitter orange in full leaf, oh leafy bitter orange, Where is your blossom, bitter orange, where are your blooms? Where is the beauty you once wore, where are your comely looks? The north wind blew a gale and scattered all before it. I beg of you, [...]
Ανάμεσα Τσιρίγο ⬥ Between Tsirigo and Cape Maleas, Virgin Mother, a ship is fighting for its life with all its cargo, too. Wave-buffeted and sailing to and fro, Virgin Mother, searching for a haven that isn’t to be had. Help us come through this alive, Sweet Virgin, and we’ll light [...]
Στα Τρίκορφα μες στην κορφή ⬥ On Tríkorfa, up on its highest peak Kolokotronis yells his orders, on Tríkorfa, high up on the ridge, the blood flows in rivers. Kolokotronis yelled and the whole world trembled, Thodorís yells, and his troops obey. Where are you Nikitarás, with the wings upon [...]
Στα Τρίκορφα μες στην κορφή ⬥ ’Tis on Tríkorfa, up on the peak that Kolokotronis is fighting, and ’tis on Tríkorfa, high on the ridge that the blood flows in rivers. Kolokotronis yelled and the whole world trembled, he shouts to Nikitarás and strikes fear in Turkish hearts. Translated by [...]
Μια Παρασκευή ⬥ Studio recording, 1968. Released in 1968, in the LP Songs of Central Greece and Peloponnese (Fidelity 4012 PY, 1968) supervised by Domna Samiou.
Λαλούδι της Μονομπασιάς ⬥ Rock, vai, rock of Monemvasiá Rock of Monemvasiá and Athens’ citadel. Hey Palamedi of Náfplion, open up and let me in. So I can lay eyes on Náfplions’ women, on Náfplions’ maids, how they wash and whiten and lather sweet. Washing with one hand, lathering with [...]
Παναγιωτίτσα λυγερή ⬥ – Panagióta kai amán, amán, amán, Panagióta so slender and sweet, can’t we in the courtyard meet. – I can’t come down to meet you there I’m my mother’s precious, ’tis so unfair. I’m so very precious, see they made a crystal cage for me. Now shut [...]
Σούρνει ο Τάταρης ⬥ The Tartar’s hauling nine brothers bound, nine brothers bound with a chain, girl with the mischievous eyes, I weep for you. All nine bound by a single chain. Their mother approaches, beseeching. ‘Lord Tartar, master of my children, grant me, poor woman, just one child my [...]
Αρκαδιανή ⬥ Who saw, hail Arcadian lass, who saw the girl from Arcadia, dear Arcadian lass, decked out in klephtic garb? Twelve years she fought with the klephts. Not one of them knew she was a girl till one Easter, one feasting Sunday, the klephts came to the dance and tossed [...]
Της Τρίπολης οι λοχαγοί ⬥ The captains of Trípoli, mana mou, the captains of Trípoli and the brave men of Moriá. In Albania they lie, in Iván they rest. A curse on Korytsá, Kleisoura and Tepeleni! You took our boys from us, no brave lad did you spare. I joined [...]
