Aigua de roses [Σε πότισα ροδόσταμο] [English translation]

If you want to leave for the afterlife,

You mustn't dress yourself in white clouds

Nor dress like a morning star.

You shall see how they'll know who's calling

As soon as they open the door.

I have offered you rose water

And you gave me poison.

You're the son of a hawk; born in the cold,

You bring the desert with you when you fly.

Take the roots of rosemary

And some wicker, supple and white.

Bathe with the herbs that I've mentioned to you,

Drink the dew during Saint John's Eve,

When the moon is full at midnight.

I have offered you rose water

And you gave me poison.

You're the son of a hawk; born in the cold,

You bring the desert with you when you fly.