Έλα μάνα μ' στα προικιά ⬥ Domna Samiou taped this song in Alexandroupoli, sung by a woman who originated from the village Megalo Monastiri, Larissa, in 1973.
Την Τρανή την Αποκριά ⬥ On the final, bré, bré, bré, the final days of Carnival, on the final days of Carnival, of Shrovetide abstinence from food, of Shrovetide abstinence from food, of Shrovetide abstinence from cunts, of Shrovetide abstinence from cheese, from penis and pudenda, too. Shepherds are a-roasting [...]
Τις Μιγάλις Απουκριές ⬥ On the last days ho, ho! on the last days of Carnival, on the last days of Carnival the fires are truly fanned and women are right eager for men’s cocks to dowse the flames. Christina is herself aflame: she’s not been laid one month; Maria [...]
Τις Μιγάλις Απουκριές The song has explicit lyrics, and you can watch the video on YouTube if you're over 18. ⬥ On the last days ho, ho! on the last days of Carnival, on the last days of Carnival the fires are truly fanned and women are right eager [...]
Η τράτα μας η κουρελού ⬥ Our fishing-boat a battered hulk, we cobbled it together, we patched it up a thousand times, it stayed a ragged sight. Our fishing-boat, an ugly tub , had neither sails nor sweeps. Cast off, cast off and pull away! Take me along with you. [...]
Πιρπιρίτσα πιρπατεί ⬥ Pirpiritsa walking along imploring God, – God, rain down a rain, a gentle rain for the wheat and for the barley and for all God’s seeds and crops. Ponds, ponds full with water furrows furrowed with a hoe. Dear Lord, chuck it down in buckets. Translated by [...]
Σταύρι σταύρι βότανε – Song sung by girls on Holy Cross Day ⬥ Sweet basil of the Holy Cross and royal flower of Christ, I strolled around your garden and round your flower-beds. I picked your woodland violets and gathered Easter blossom, and put them in my bosom to make [...]
Σαν πας πουλί μ’ στην ξενιτιά ⬥ When you go off abroad, my love, go off to foreign places, just see you don't remain six months, and don't you linger years there. Go, gallivant around the world and with the folks that's in it, and if you find like me, [...]
Ο Γιωργαλάκης ⬥ In yonder machalá, amán, o Yorgalaki, yonder, there’s running water running there – they call it silver water. If any mother drinks of it she’ll not give birth to children. – You drank it, mother, didn’t you, so you’ld not give birth to me? But having given birth [...]
