Σαν απόκληρος γυρίζω [San apokliros girizo] [English translation]

I wander like an exile

in this hostile foreign land -

strolling, miserable,

far from my mother's embrace.

The birds cry for air,

for water cry the trees.

An I cry too, my dear mother, for you

for I haven't seen you in years.

Death, take my soul

so I can find peace at last!

Since the black fate wanted me

never to feel joy in my life.