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Mother, Bless My Wedding

Έλα μάνα μ' στα προικιά
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Έλα μάνα μ' στα προικιά
Έλα μάνα μ’ στα προικιά και δοσ’ μου την ευχή σου
γιατί θα φύγω μακριά, δε θα ’μαι πια δική σου.
Εμένα να ξεγράψετε ’πο τούτα τα δεφτέρια
γιατί θα φύγω μακριά, θα ζήσω σ’ άλλα χέρια.
Η μέρα η σημερινή δεν είναι σαν τις άλλες
σήμερα εγώ παντρεύομαι κι έχω χαρές μεγάλες.
Σήμερα λάμπει ο ουρανός, σήμερα λάμπει η μέρα,
σήμερα στεφανώνεται αϊτός με περιστέρα.
Information
- Region: Thessaly
- Area: Larissa, Megalo Monastiri
- Categories: Wedding Song
- Rhythm: 7 beats
- Dance style: Kalamatianos
- Duration: 01:38
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- Singer: Woman
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Recording information
Domna Samiou taped this song in Alexandroupoli, sung by a woman who originated from the village Megalo Monastiri, Larissa, in 1973.
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