Η Αροαφνού ⬥ In the neighbourhood close by, up in Koilanin, there are three beautiful maids and they are singing. One shrill, one deep of voice, the chambers echoing with their song, the third and fairest outside planting peppers. Our lord happened by one day, and visits daily now. When [...]
Πασχαλιάτικα δίστιχα ⬥ Easter has come round again, throw out the koukouràs1 and put a red egg laid this year upon the ikon stand2. Glad returns of Easter Day, the day all eat red eggs, glad returns of Easter Day, and all say ‘Christ is Risen’. Easter has come round [...]
Αν αποθάνω, θάψον με ⬥ If I die, bury me on a tall mountain so I can hear the shepherd’s whistle and the pipe’s sweet sound, so I can hear the shepherd’s whistle and the flute’s sweet sound. Mountains of mine, why do you whistle? Rivers why do you murmur? [...]
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 [...]
Ο Κωσταντής κι ο Κάουρας ⬥ Down at the barren field, near the reed beds, a crab has become a dragon and is devouring the bravest men. He ate Phokas' black steed, he ate Nikiphoros, he ate Ephtatrachilos, the man whom everybody feared. When the king heard that, he was [...]
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.
Βιργινάδα ⬥ A tree… hai hai, Virginada I had a tree in my yard I had a tree in my yard for solace, my love. Its leaves grow green its branches blue. A maiden sat in its shade weaving a golden braid. [Weave that braid, girl, weave it tight and give [...]
