Τα πιο ωραία λαϊκά [Ta pio orea laika] [English translation]

The most exquisite country songs

on homes' mosaic floors in throngs

once we had been dancing;

there was blue gypsum on the roof

and on stilettos I did hoof

and from first figure there was proof

your lips I have been fancying

All girls and boys were in the hall

with lots of peanuts in a bowl;

folks on the porch were sporty;

we were the rhythm's wild machines

wearing american blue jeans,

a youth so lenient by all means

turning now to forty

[Chorus 1:]

They do not go back ever. told you again.

all the good kids to those years, they're over

ah my love you know this, my wounded eagle know

We're wheat cobs on time's ole threshing floor there

[Chorus 2:]

Come on don't cry, don't you cry I've treated you

past loves, agonies and sighs I've rid for you

Come on don't cry, don't you cry I swear to you

my famous illusion supplies are there for you

[Chorus 3:]

The most exquisite country songs

on homes' mosaic floors in throngs

once we had been dancing;

there was blue gypsum on the roof

and on stilettos I did hoof...

but no way back to days aloof

The most exquisite Sunday noons

with homemade lemonade and tunes

once we've been refreshing;

with Domazos¹ as our flagstaff

and with Sitheris¹ centre half;

'cause you were Union² and me rough

with break up I was pressing

And then it took us to the Left

our youthful casualness and zest

and we've been reading Tribune³,

in the first basement of Kuhn⁴

and at Epidavros'⁵ full moons

where men and gods overcome soon

all passions, wealth and fortune

(chorus 1 2 3)