Τι έχεις μαύρε κόρακα ⬥ What ails you, crow, that your wings have blackened? If it’s your heart that aches, come weep with me. ’Twas for you and me that sorrows were born, and heartache pain and sighing, too. The crow’s born white but ends up black, like all those [...]
Φέτο το καλοκαιράκι ⬥ This lovely summer that is past, this lovely summer that is past, áde, this lovely summer that is past I hunted for a little bird. I hunted it, I yearned for it, I could not stand it any more, áde, I put my bird-lime out for [...]