Του Αη Γιώργη [Tou Ai Giorgi] [English translation]

Look over the shoulders, spring passes,

flutters all around,

it forgets me.

Day of joy, which life do you carry?

You take the road

without me.

Birds of sky, take me in your embrace

the mountain fills with lit candles

There it is the morning star, it’s breaking, I beg God

but the light which becomes stronger

is doesn’t bring me

it doesn’t bring me

the man that I love.

His name (is) flower, depth of perfume

tell to the girls not to say that

On the day like this one, at Saint George’s ear

where all the songs weep for love.