Τα σμυρνέικα τραγούδια [Ta smyrnéika tragoúdia] [English translation]

Your tiny mirror is too old

and behind that fogginess

our Smyrna and our Kordelio

and Greece of grand old times

The old glass hazy and filthy

yet behind its cloudy smokes

God glances down at Ayvali

and his mind respites and blows

Those Smyrnaian songs of old

whom you learned them from

to sing them and to weep along

my heart my flowering bloom

Your tiny mirror is too old

and your mind lost and gone

where did you drink which drinking hole

and drunk you left alone

The old glass hazy and filthy

yet behind its cloudy smokes

God glances down at Ayvali

and his mind respites and blows

Those Smyrnaian songs of old

whom you learned them from

to sing them and to weep along

my heart my flowering bloom