Χίλια μύρια κύματα [Hília míria kímata] [English translation]

Thousand myriad waves away is Aivali

Days of the saltiness and the sun always there

with the Macedonian birds and the small sail boats that went off course and missed Barbary

Occasionally lying in wait for the shark, the black fish, it comes and goes in circles that keep getting smaller.

Thousand myriad waves away is Aivali.

Our beards grew, our soul changed

the dog is aggressively

barking at it's own voice

help my dear so we don't

fight eachother

Thousand myriad waves away is Aivali.

From time to time we rejoice with the string of the lyre

tied with his hands behind his back on the middle spar

the blind singer from Chios, husky prophet, while chewing his mastic he's praising Helen

and at other times he's pulling Tzavelena to the dance.

Thousand myriad waves away is Aivali.

• Artist:Nikos Xilouris
• Album:Ιθαγένεια - 1972