Great Sorrow Was Expressed

Θρήνος μεγάλος έγινε

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Lyrics

Great sorrow was expressed in Mesolonghi town;
for they are taking Markos to the church, my lads.

They’re taking Markos to the church for burial;
sixty priests walk on ahead.

A wind disturbs the branches of the broad-leaved trees.
Good Lord preserve from harm Greek children everywhere.

Translated by John Leatham

Original Lyrics

Θρήνος μεγάλος έγινε

Θρήνος μεγάλος έγινε μέσα στο Μεσολόγγι
το Μάρκο παν, παιδιά μ’, στην εκκλησιά.

Το Μάρκο παν στην εκκλησιά, το Μάρκο παν στον τάφο
’ξήντα παπάδες παν μπροστά.

Αέρας τα φυσάει τα πλατανόφυλλα
Θεός να τα φυλάει τα ελληνόπουλα.

Region: Central Greece
Type: Table Song
Category: Klephtic Song
Rhythm: Free rythm
Duration: 03:46

Recording information

Live recording from the concert The Known and Unknown Domna at the Megaron, the Athens Concert Hall, in 29/10/1998.

Watch a different version of the song by Domna Samiou

Credits

Domna Samiou

Singers

Nikos Philippidis

Clarinet

Nikos Oikonomidis

Violin

Kostas Philippidis

Lute

Yiorgos Gevgelis

Goblet drum

Discography

Domna Samiou At Megaron, The Athens Concert Hall

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