Τώρα τα πουλιά ⬥ Now the birds, now the swallows, now the partridges, now the partridges are singing more and more: - Wake up, master, wake up, my good master, wake up and embrace my body, tall and straight as a cypress, with a white throat, and with breasts like [...]
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 [...]
Δεν ξημερώνεις μαύρη αυγή ⬥ Won’t you break, black dawn so I can find peace, my jewel, so I can find peace? My eyes are close to dim… My eyes are close to dimming from the wakefulness, my jewel, my eyes are close to gone. Come up, come out so [...]
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.
Λατρευτικό τραγούδι των Φώτων ⬥ Transcription of the original 78 rpm recording of 1930 by Melpo Merlier. This song was devotional. The pilgrims used to sing it on Epiphany while walking to the chapel of St. John the Chrysostom a one hour’s walk from Fárassa. They sang it again on [...]
Ποιμενικός σκοπός ⬥ A pastoral tune of free rhythm and improvisational character, also known as “skaros”. Recorded in 1961. On the flute, Dimitris Psigas.
Σκάρος ⬥ One of many improvised melodies played by the shepherds, throughout the continental Greece, while watching their herd, with the classic pastoral instrument, the flute.
Αν δεις καράβι να περνά ⬥ An’ should you see a vessel pass, passing the cape of Ochtoniá oh take your little kerchief out and wave in signal to me. Sea, wide upon Sea, heartless foreign lands. The waves of the wide open sea come singly and in order yet [...]
Ο αντρειωμένος ⬥ Don’t weep for the brave man, even if he misses his mark. For if he misses once, if he misses twice, he is still brave. His door is always open, his table forever laid ready for his friends. [When his friends rejoice, joy to the brave man!] [...]
Ο αϊτός ⬥ On a high mountain, on a sharp, steep rock, an eagle was standing and he was gazing, an eagle soaked and freezing. He yearns to fly again -the sun to rise he is pleading. ‘Oh Sun, please rise, please shine and give me warmth and melt the [...]
Ο αντρειωμένος ⬥ Never pity a valiant man not even if he misses, and if he misses once or twice, he's still valiant and brave. Ηis door will always be open, his table will be set and all his friends will drink for him. The men who are big and [...]
Το μοιρολόι της Παναγιάς (Κύπρος) ⬥ O gentlefolk, pay heed to me, and hear the Mother’s dirge, hear how she mourns her only child upon the yonder Cross. Take note of tidings dark as night, a day that’s drear and sobre, today has sore afflicted me, and left me deeply [...]
Η νύχτα ώρες δεκατρείς ⬥ The night endures for thirteen hours, I sleep for merely three. Throughout the hours that then remain I think of only you. It is night but day is breaking, dawn allows of no concealment. Night, what sorrow bows you down that you have put on [...]
Τα χελιδόνια τση Βλαχιάς ⬥ The swallows of Vlachiá and the birds of the West weeping late and weeping early, weeping at noon, weeping for ravaged Adrianoúpolis sacked on all the year’s great feasts at Christmas for candles, on Palm Sunday for laurel and on Easter Day for the ‘Christ [...]
