Παιδί μου ώρα σου καλή [Paidi mou,ora sou kali] [English translation]

The sea became rough

And the mountains burst into tears,

Our nightingales are silent

And the sky (is) dark

And my pitiful glance (is) muddy

Good luck, my child!

My head buzzes

Like the hum of the torrent,

My lips dried up

And my breath cut

In this last kiss,

Good luck, my child!

To pester you my creator,

To be damned foreign lands,

You take our little kids

And you leave us in fire,

And we drink so much bile (poison)

When we say ‘’good luck!’’

• Artist:Giannis Poulopoulos
• Album:Ανθολογία 1967