Greek music

**catgeorge** · 10-12-2018, 09:51 AM

**catgeorge** · 10-12-2018, 09:57 AM

**Ajeje Brazorf** · 10-14-2018, 05:19 PM

Lyrics

Spoiler!

Crying, My husband leaves
(Klama, Andra mu pai)

I want to get drunk... to not think,
(Telo na mbriakettò… na mi’ pensetso)
to cry and laugh I want tonight,
(na klatso ce na jelaso telo artevrai)
with great anger I must sing,
(ma mali’ ràggia evò ènna kantalìso)
I have to shout at the moon: my husband is leaving!
(sto fengo ènna fonàso: o àndramu pài!)

Wake up, women, wake up!
(Tsunnìsete, tsunnìsete, jineke!)
Come and cry with me!
(Dellaste ettù na klàtsete ma ‘mena!)
We remained alone, Saint Brice's day has passed
(Mìnamo manechemma, diake o A’ Vrìzio)
and the men leave one by one!
(ce e àntrepi ste mas pane es ena es ena!)

The men are leaving, they are leaving!
(E àntrepi ste mas pàne, ste taràssune!)
If it goes well, we'll see them again in a year!
(Nârti kalì us torùme ettù ‘s ena chròno!)
Is this our life? Is this life, my God?
(E’ tui e zoìmma? E’ tui e zoì, Kristèmu?)
They go to Germany crying in pain!
(Mas pa’ ‘cì sti’ Germania klèonta ma pono!)

Poor me, poor those children!
(Mara ‘s emena, techùddhia isa pedàcia!)
They see their dad once a year:
(Torù’ to’ tata mia forà to’ chròno)
- Why are you crying dad? It is Saint Brice!
(- Tata, jatì ste klei? Ene o A’ Vrìzio!)
Listen to the band, hear the beautiful sound!
(Kuse ti’ banda, kuse ti òrio sono!)

- I hear the band and I hear this music,
(- Ste kuo ti’ banda ce ste kuo itto’ sono)
I'm here with you but I think about the train,
(steo ettù ma ‘sà ce ste pensèo sto’ treno)
I think about the darkness of that mine,
(pensèo sto skotinò citti miniera)
where people die working!
(`pù polemònta ecì pesèni o jèno!)

- Daddy, why do you have to go? Tell me why?
(- Tata, jatì ènna pai? Pemma, jatì?)
- Because this is life, poor boys:
(- Jatì tui ène e zoì, mara pedìa)
the poor man works and sweats
(o techùddhri polemà ce dronni)
to fatten the bosses with his labour!
(na lipariàsi us patrùnu m’utti fatìa!)

- Poor us, come here children,
(- Mara ‘s emà, dellaste ettù, pedìa)
come, let us kneel down on the ground;
(dellaste, `ngotanìzzome ‘ttumesa)
dad is gone and we pray
(o tàta pìrte ce `mì prakalùme)
some light to come for us too!
(na ttàsi lìon lustro puru ja ‘mà!)

**Tauromachos** · 10-14-2018, 06:27 PM

Originally Posted by Ajeje Brazorf

Lyrics

Spoiler!

Crying, My husband leaves
(Klama, Andra mu pai)

I want to get drunk... to not think,
(Telo na mbriakettò… na mi’ pensetso)
to cry and laugh I want tonight,
(na klatso ce na jelaso telo artevrai)
with great anger I must sing,
(ma mali’ ràggia evò ènna kantalìso)
I have to shout at the moon: my husband is leaving!
(sto fengo ènna fonàso: o àndramu pài!)

Wake up, women, wake up!
(Tsunnìsete, tsunnìsete, jineke!)
Come and cry with me!
(Dellaste ettù na klàtsete ma ‘mena!)
We remained alone, Saint Brice's day has passed
(Mìnamo manechemma, diake o A’ Vrìzio)
and the men leave one by one!
(ce e àntrepi ste mas pane es ena es ena!)

The men are leaving, they are leaving!
(E àntrepi ste mas pàne, ste taràssune!)
If it goes well, we'll see them again in a year!
(Nârti kalì us torùme ettù ‘s ena chròno!)
Is this our life? Is this life, my God?
(E’ tui e zoìmma? E’ tui e zoì, Kristèmu?)
They go to Germany crying in pain!
(Mas pa’ ‘cì sti’ Germania klèonta ma pono!)

Poor me, poor those children!
(Mara ‘s emena, techùddhia isa pedàcia!)
They see their dad once a year:
(Torù’ to’ tata mia forà to’ chròno)
- Why are you crying dad? It is Saint Brice!
(- Tata, jatì ste klei? Ene o A’ Vrìzio!)
Listen to the band, hear the beautiful sound!
(Kuse ti’ banda, kuse ti òrio sono!)

- I hear the band and I hear this music,
(- Ste kuo ti’ banda ce ste kuo itto’ sono)
I'm here with you but I think about the train,
(steo ettù ma ‘sà ce ste pensèo sto’ treno)
I think about the darkness of that mine,
(pensèo sto skotinò citti miniera)
where people die working!
(`pù polemònta ecì pesèni o jèno!)

- Daddy, why do you have to go? Tell me why?
(- Tata, jatì ènna pai? Pemma, jatì?)
- Because this is life, poor boys:
(- Jatì tui ène e zoì, mara pedìa)
the poor man works and sweats
(o techùddhri polemà ce dronni)
to fatten the bosses with his labour!
(na lipariàsi us patrùnu m’utti fatìa!)

- Poor us, come here children,
(- Mara ‘s emà, dellaste ettù, pedìa)
come, let us kneel down on the ground;
(dellaste, `ngotanìzzome ‘ttumesa)
dad is gone and we pray
(o tàta pìrte ce `mì prakalùme)
some light to come for us too!
(na ttàsi lìon lustro puru ja ‘mà!)