Τα σμυρνέϊκα τραγούδια [Ta Smyrneika Tragoudia] [English translation]

Your little mirror (is) old

And behind the blur

(there is) Smirni and Kordelio

And Greece of the old times

The glass (is) tarnished

But behind its smokes

God sees Aivali

And stops his mind

The songs of Smirni

Who taught them to you

To say them and weep

Flower of my heart

The songs of Smirni

Who taught them to you

To say them and weep

Flower of my heart

Your little mirror (is) old

σε ποιο τα ήπιες καπηλειό

και βγήκες μεθυσμένο

The glass (is) tarnished

But behind its smokes

God sees Aivali

And stops his mind

The songs of Smirni

Who taught them to you

To say them and weep

Flower of my heart

The songs of Smirni

Who taught them to you

To say them and weep

Flower of my heart