Βρέχει φωτιά στη στράτα μου [Vrehei Fotia Sti Strata Mou] [English translation]

It is raining fire on my way,

flames that have consumed me.

For my poor youth

nobody will shed a tear.

Life, life ends here!

My little oil lamp is burning down,

and the soul, the soul like a swallow,

is fleeing from my lips.

A bitter wave under my prow,

and my sails ripped.

No even a brother, my lad,

ever cared for you at all.

Life, life ends here!

My little oil lamp is burning down,

and the soul, the soul like a swallow,

is fleeing from my lips.