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In the Heart of Kalávryta
In the heart of Kalávryta, beneath the great plane tree
old Zaimis sat, three old men a-sitting.
There were three old men there, three elders.
Zaimis and Petimezás and old man Haralambis.
’Τwas a council and Patras they would burn.
– Make your mark, Zaimis, sign!
Translated by Michael Eleftheriou
Στη μέση στα Καλάβρυτα
Στη μέση στα Καλάβρυτα, στον πλάταν’ από κάτω,
καθόσαντε, γέρο-Ζαΐμη μ’
τρεις γέ- μωρέ τρεις γέροντες.
Καθόσαντε τρεις γέροντες και τρεις κοτζαμπασήδες.1
Ζαΐμης και Πετιμεζάς κι ο γέρο-Χαραλάμπης,
συμβούλιο εκάνανε την Πάτρα για να κάψουν.
– Ζαΐμη βάλε υπογραφή....
1κοτζαμπασήδες: επί Τουρκοκρατίας, οι κοινοτάρχες, οι δημογέροντες
- Region: Peloponnese
- Type: Table Song
- Categories: Historical Song
- Rhythm: Free rythm
- Duration: 05:25
- Singer: Domna Samiou
- Clarinet: Thodoris Georgopoulos
- Lute: Socrates Sinopoulos
Studio recording, 2004.
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