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Ο Μάραντον
Amarandos has received the order to go to war.
He forges horseshoes of silver and nails of gold,
He shoes his black steed by the light of the moon.
His beloved beside him holds the nails in her kerchief:
– Where are you going, where are you going,
Amarandos and what are you leaving me?
– I leave you my patron saint Constantine.
– May Charon take your patron saint Constantine!
– Where are you going, where are you going,
Amarandos and what are you leaving me?
– I leave you my mother the Holy Virgin.
– May Charon take your mother the Holy Virgin!
– Where are you going, where are you going,
Amarandos and what are you leaving me?
– I leave you my brothers the twelve Apostles.
– May Charon take your brothers the twelve Apostles!
– Where are you going, where are you going,
Amarandos and what are you leaving me?
– I leave you my ram with the golden bells.
– Where are you going, where are you going,
Amarandos and what are you leaving me?
– I leave you a gold cross and a silver ring;
Sell the ring for food and prostrate yourself before the cross.
Translated by Derek Yeld
Tον Mάραντον χαρτίν έρθεν να πάει και σην στρατείαν, γιαρ,
κόφτ’ ας ασήμιν πέταλα κι ας σο χρυσάφ’ καρφία, γιαρ.
Tον μαύρον ατ’ καλίβωνεν καταντικρύ σον φέγγον
κι η κάλη ατ’ παραστέκει ατον με το μαντίλ’ καρφία.
– Πού πας, πού πας, νε Mάραντε, κι εμέν τίναν αφήνεις;
– Αφήνω σε σον κύρη μου, τον άεν Kωσταντίνον.
– Χάρος να παίρ’ τον κύρη σου, τον άεν Κωσταντίνον.
– Πού πας, πού πας, νε Mάραντε, κι εμέν τίναν αφήνεις;
– Αφήνω σε ση μάνα μου, την άγια Θεοτόκον.
– Χάρος να παίρ’ τη μάνα σου, την άγιαν Θεοτόκον.
– Πού πας, πού πας, νε Mάραντε, κι εμέν τίναν αφήνεις;
– Αφήνω σε σ’ αδέρφια μου, τους δώδεκ’ Αποστόλους.
– Χάρος να παίρ’ τ’ αδέρφια σου, τους δώδεκ’ Αποστόλους.
– Πού πας, πού πας, νε Mάραντε, κι εμέν τίναν αφήνεις;
– Αφήνω σε τον κριάρο μου, τον χρυσοκουδουνάτο.
– Χάρος να παίρ’ τον κριάρο σου, τον χρυσοκουδουνάτο.
– Πού πας, πού πας, νε Mάραντε, κι εμέν τίναν αφήνεις;
– Αφήνω σε χρυσόν σταυρόν κι αργυροδαχτυλίδιν,
το δαχτυλίδ’ πούλτσον και φα και τον σταυρόν προσκύνα.
Sung at one time as either a lullaby or a reaping song, this very old Acritic melody comes from the region of Trebizond. No variant of it has come to light anywhere else which leads to the belief that the words of Amarandos Goes to War have managed to come down the centuries unaltered. Basing their theories on a rhythmic analysis of the song, certain musicologists believe that it could contain elements of the music of ancient Greece.
Aris Fakinos (1982)
Studio recording (1982).
Watch a different version of the song by Domna Samiou
Singers
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