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Βιολέτα του Γιονάρη
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January violet, January violet,
my winter violet in bloom.
Who will drift off
and sleep in your shade
trialalalalala, who will sleep?
Blooming violet with leaves of green,
abandoning me to suffering.
Translated by Michael Eleftheriou
Original Lyrics
Βιολέτα του Γιονάρη
Βιολέτα του Γιονάρη, βιολέτα του Γιονάρη
βιολέτα του Γιονάρη, βιολέτα μ’ ανοιχτή.
Στον ίσκιο σ’ από κάτω, στον ίσκιο σ’ από κάτω
στον ίσκιο σ’ από κάτω, ποιος θ’ αποκοιμηθεί
τριαλαλαλαλαλα, ποιος θ’ αποκοιμηθεί.
Βιολέτα μ’ ανθισμένη με φύλλα πράσινα
που φεύγεις και μ’ αφήνεις μέσα στα βάσανα.
Information
- Region: Sporades
- Area: Skyros
- Type: Processional Tune
- Categories: Love Song
- Rhythm: 4 beats
- Duration: 04:20
Collaborators
- Choir: Domna Samiou Greek Folk Music Association Choir
- Violin: Nikos Oikonomidis
- Constantinopolitan lute: Socrates Sinopoulos
- Lute: Kostas Papaprokopiou
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Recording information
Studio recording, 2005.
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