Καλλιτεχνικός Σύλλογος Δημοτικής Μουσικής Δόμνα Σαμίου

Evening has fallen, the sun has set,
And the fair Yannakos has gone to the Steep Mountain.
Behind the Steep Mountain is a well,
That is where Yannakos is, ah! Yannakos,
Bound, killed, unrecognizable.
– Yannakos, if you had a mother, if you had a sister,
If you had a beloved to mourn for you!
– But I have a kind mother, I have a sister,
I have, too, a beloved; it seems to me that she is coming,
Holding two children by the hand and another to her breast.
– I told you, Yannakos, ak! Yannakos,
Not to go to the war, not to fight!
The Turk is cunning and he kills.
It is by night that he acts and cuts you in pieces.
– I killed a thousand Turks for the love of Christ,
And five hundred more for the love of the Holy Virgin.
And the Turks caught me in their trap.
All day long they scourged me keeping me standing up,
At night they plunged me into ice-cold water.
They cut off his arms to the elbows,
They cut off his legs to the knees.