Καλλιτεχνικός Σύλλογος Δημοτικής Μουσικής Δόμνα Σαμίου

A horse-cart's passing by, raising clouds of dust,
pull up your little dress 'cause it will gather dust.
A horse-cart's passing by, the driver has a limp so step,
aside little girls 'cause he will run you over.
A horse-cart's passing by, a horse-cart full of sweepings,
so come out girls from Fassoulas¹ even if clogs you're wearing.
I've told you once in Kassabas¹, I've told you twice in Kordelio¹
I've told you three times not to marry.
[And come to think of marriage, what good will come of it
you'll cook and laundry fill you drop and you'll be bored and sick of it].

Translated by Olia Petidou

¹Fassoulas, Kassabas and Kordelio: provinces of the city of Smyrna, Asia Minor.