Μάτια Βουρκωμένα [Matia Vourkomena] [English translation]

Down in Piraeus,

at Kaminia¹.

Poverty, good heart,

but also nagging.

One night I gathered

the buddies

and came secretly,

my old longing

to tell you.

(Refrain)

Crying eyes,

complaining,

without love and pain

nobody lives.

Crying eyes,

take me too,

take me now, to travel

the world together.

Down in Piraeus,

at the pier.

I wanted to die,

for the name of the saint.

But I mustered my patience

and courage

and I came secretly,

my old longing

to tell you.