In the cobble roads
the neighbours are conversating until the morning
But the weather becomes dark
and the night comes in the hearts
The one went to Chios and the other to Mitilini,
and an other one is drinking blood and tears
in Syros' squares
From a feast celebration of Aghia Markella (Aghia = Saint)
I bought for you a gold thread and a red ribbon
The one went to Chios and the other to Mitilini,
and an other one is drinking blood and tears
in Syros' squares