The light wagon went in front
and the urchin, from wall to wall
it didn't happen in those years
for me to have luck in anything
They are lighting fires in the neighborhoods
for St. John's [Day], ah how many you know and you tell me
ah how many of these you know and you tell me
who have died
They put me on the crest
on the wild wave
of the destruction of Smyrna
in injustice and crime