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Mother, at Noon
Μάνα μ' το μεσημέρι
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Original Lyrics
Μάνα μ' το μεσημέρι
Μάνα μ’ το μεσημέρι, μάνα μ’ το μεσημέρι
μάνα μ’ το μεσημέρι κοντά το δειλινό,
κοντά το δειλινό,
πέρασ’ ένα ναυτάκι, πέρασ’ ένα ναυτάκι
πέρασ’ ένα ναυτάκι σαν τον αυγερινό,
σαν τον αυγερινό.
Μάνα μ’ όταν το είδα το ελιμπίστικα
στην κάμαρά μου μέσα πήγα και κλείστηκα.
Μάνα μου τι τον τάζεις και τι ’ναι το προικιό
την Κυριακή το βράδυ να τον στεφανωθώ.
Τον τάζω τρία αμπέλια και τρία μαγαζιά
και δυο ’λευροπωλεία κοντά στην αγορά.
Αυτά κόρη μ’ τον τάζω κι αυτό είναι το προικιό
κι αν θέλει να σε πάρει, να ‘ρθει να τον ιδώ.
Information
- Region: Thessaly
- Area: Magnesia, Pouri
- Categories: Wedding Song
- Rhythm: 7 beats
- Dance style: Kalamatianos
- Duration: 03:09
Collaborators
- Singer: Meropi Yiannakou
- Informant (source of the song): Meropi Yiannakou
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Recording information
Domna Samiou taped the song in Pouri, Pelion, in 1977.
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