Ο Φαντάρος [O Fantaros] [English translation]

Tonight he took a leave

And with an empty pocket

he is going to the town

He greets the soldier,

gets in a van

and the death can't escape

Come join us, soldier

sit and have a glass (of wine)

Forget about the barracks and the scopes

and drink the wine of our herats

The city like an enchantress

like an old lady

she fires up her necklaces

But when she brings him in the narrow paths

the loneliness is chatting with him

she is taking him by the arm*

Come join us, soldier

sit and have a glass (of wine)

Forget about the barracks and the scopes

and drink the wine of our herats

He got tired of the roads

grievances took over him

He is entering the tavern.

He is looking for someone to have a drink with,

(someone) to have the same sorrow

together to find out what they can do

Come join us, soldier

sit and have a glass (of wine)

Forget about the barracks and the scopes

and drink the wine of our herats