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Katsantonis

Κατσαντώνης
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Hail, high mountains
and you, low hills, hail dear Katsantónis
and you, low-lying hills, my captain hail.
And you Tzoumérka and Ágrafa, brave warriors' lairs.
Ne'er say they captured me,
for 'twas by treachery and guile they found me,
laid out sick and unarmed upon my bed.
Translated by Michael Eleftheriou
Original Lyrics
Κατσαντώνης
Ωχ, ν-έχετε γεια ψηλά βουνά
και σεις κοντές ραχούλες, γεια σου Kατσαντώνη μου,
και σεις κοντές ραχούλες, γεια σου καπετάνιε μου.
Και σεις Tζουμέρκα κι Άγραφα, παλικαριών λημέρια
μην πείτε πως με πιάσανε, με προδοσιά, με δόλο,
αρρωστημένο μ’ ηύρανε ξαρμάτωτον στο στρώμα.
Information
- Region: Epirus
- Categories: Klephtic Song
- Rhythm: 3 beats
- Dance style: Tsamikos
- Duration: 05:01
Collaborators
- Singer: Domna Samiou
- Clarinet: Napoleon Saadedin
- Violin: Miltiades Bertodoulos
- Lute: Dimitris Saadedin
- Tambourine: Saadedin Petros
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Recording information
Studio recording, 1986.
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