Γέρασα, μωρέ παιδιά ⬥ – I have grown old, goddammit, friends, I have grown old and cannot now, I have grown old and cannot now sing the songs I used to sing. I see young men and am green-eyed, an old man full of grievances. I’d rather suffer forty cuts [...]
Να ’μουν νύχτα στο γιαλό ⬥ If I could be, if I could be, could be upon the shore at night to light a lamp, to light a lamp, to light a lamp so I might see. Good auntie Nikolákena, don’t you go gath’ring vegetables. Where are they kindling bonfires [...]
Πέθαν’ ο Κρέας ⬥ He’s dead, o mother dear, he’s dead, he’s dead is Master Meat, he’s dead is Master Meat, he’s dead, and Master Cheese is dying. Now Master Leek lifts up his tail and Master Onion his beard, and Mistress Chard, that saucy Chard, sits upon the rim, [...]
Απρίλ’ Aπρίλη μ’ δροσερέ ⬥ O April, April cool and fresh, dear George, a worthy scholar, May month so finely decked with flowers, dear George, so finely schooled. You’ve taken all the world by storm, my dear Georgoula, angelic lassie, you dazzling creature, flowers and dainties, here’s to you my [...]
Πανηγυράκι γίνεται (Local Dance of Saint George) ⬥ A festival is being held, high up around Saint George’s. – Salutations, Frankish lord! A multitude was at the feast and there was little water, – Coming ! Out of there! Show me! A ribbon and a maypole, a ribbon loosely woven, [...]
