Your little mirror (is) old
And behind the blur
(there is) Smyrni and Kordelio
And Greece of old
The glass (is) tarnished
But behind its smog
God sees Aivali
And his mind stops
The songs of Smyrni
Who taught them to you
(For you) to say them and weep
Flower of my heart
The songs of Smyrni
Who taught them to you
To say them and weep
Flower of my heart
Your little mirror (is) old
And (your) mind lost
in which pub did you go drinking
and you came out drunk
The glass (is) tarnished
But behind its smog
God sees Aivali
And his mind stops
The songs of Smyrni
Who taught them to you
(For you) to say them and weep
Flower of my heart
The songs of Smyrni
Who taught them to you
(For you) to say them and weep
Flower of my heart