Παλιό τραγούδι [Palio tragoudi] [English translation]

Old song grew holy

due to the many tears shed

backpacking

world's sorrow

And if you ask, it's gonna tell you that

"no country is mine,

no country contains

the whole skies"

Baptized in your grudge

your bitterness, your stubbornness

and going even higher.

I'm your first milk,

your mother's smell of skin

so I raise you up

Old song grew holy

due to great love,

became clothe of the poor

companion of the lonely

And if you ask, it's gonna tell you that

"I cannot tell my age,

who can tell when

the first heart ever broke"

Baptized in your grudge

your bitterness, your stubbornness

and going even higher.

I'm your first milk,

your mother's smell of skin

so I raise you up