Two Suns Two Moons

Δυο ήλια δυο φεγγάρια

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Original Lyrics

Δυο ήλια δυο φεγγάρια

Δυο ήλια δυο φεγγάρια επολεμούσανε
Να μας χωρίσουν θέλουν και δεν μπορούσανε

Εσύ ’σαι το σταφύλι κι εγώ το τσάμπουρο
Φίλα με συ στα χείλη κι εγώ στο μάγουλο

Αν είσαι κι αν δεν είσαι του Δήμαρχου παιδί
Έλα να σε φιλήσω κι ας πάω φυλακή

Εσύ ’σαι η αιτία που μέλλω να χαθώ
Και τον απάνω κόσμο θέ να τον στερηθώ

Region: Cappadocia / Konya
Area: Sinasos
Type: Couplets
Category: Love Song
Rhythm: 2 beats
Dance: Syrtos

Recording information

Studio recording, 2001. Based on the original recording of 1930 by Melpo Merlier, founder of the “Music Folklore Archive” of the “Centre for Asia Minor Studies”.

Credits

Lydia Koniordou

Singers

Yiorgos Marinakis

Violin

Socrates Sinopoulos

Constantinopolitan lute

Kyriakos Tapakis

Oud

Manousos Klapakis

Goblet drum

Manousos Klapakis

Daire (frame drum)

Anastasia Hourmousiadi

Informant (source of the song)

Discography

Songs of Cappadocia

See also

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Karsilamas Dance – Tsift

  • Αντικρυστός χορός – Τσιφτ ⬥ The tune is known also as 'tsift'. The kanun master Nikos Stefanidis taught this tune to Domna Samiou and her musicians. Recorded in 1991.
  • SongCappadocia / KonyaKonya, SilleInstrumental

Dance (With Wooden Spoons)

  • Χορός κουταλιών
  • SongCappadocia / KonyaKarvaliEaster Song, Love Song, Ritual SongCouplets

Leilalim (Lilac-sweet)

(Easter Dance)

  • Λέιλαλιμ ⬥ Oh, I’m standing on the castle height, lilac-sweet, my love, my love, lilac-sweet, lilac-sweet. I am all of twelve years old, alack, alack, good master. And since I reached the age of twelve, lilac-sweet, I’ve been chasing after girls, good master. They’re eating melons in the castle, lilac-sweet, [...]
  • SongCappadocia / KonyaInstrumental

Koniali

  • Κόνιαλι ⬥ Dance from Cappadocia in 2/4 meter. Recorded in 1984.
  • SongCappadocia / KonyaSinasosLove Song

On my way to the mountains of Prussa

  • Πάγω στης Προύσας τα βουνά ⬥ On my way – oh aman, gel aman – On my way to the mountains of Prussa,1 I found a cool brook bubbling. I bent down to take a sip And into the brook my kerchief did slip With four hundred – oh aman, [...]