Τα Σμυρνέικα Tραγούδια [Ta Smirneika Tragoudia] [English translation]

Your little mirror (is) old

And behind the blur

(there is) Smyrni and Kordelio

And Greece of old

The glass (is) tarnished

But behind its smog

God sees Aivali

And his mind stops

The songs of Smyrni

Who taught them to you

(For you) to say them and weep

Flower of my heart

The songs of Smyrni

Who taught them to you

To say them and weep

Flower of my heart

Your little mirror (is) old

And (your) mind lost

in which pub did you go drinking

and you came out drunk

The glass (is) tarnished

But behind its smog

God sees Aivali

And his mind stops

The songs of Smyrni

Who taught them to you

(For you) to say them and weep

Flower of my heart

The songs of Smyrni

Who taught them to you

(For you) to say them and weep

Flower of my heart