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Amidst the Smells of May

Μες στου Μαγιού τις μυρωδιές
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Μες στου Μαγιού τις μυρωδιές
Μες στου Μαγιού τση μυρωδιές, τα κόκκινα κεράσια
για δέστε πώς χορεύουνε τση Κρήτης τα κοράσια.
Μαυροματού, μαυροφρυδού, μαύρα είναι τα μαλλιά σου
μαύρα είν’ τα χιόνια στα βουνά μπροστά στην ομορφιά σου.
Άγγελος είσαι μάτια μου κι αγγελικά χορεύεις
αγγελικά πατείς στη γη κι όλους τους νιους μαραίνεις.
Information
- Region: Crete
- Type: Couplets
- Categories: Love Song
- Rhythm: 2 beats
- Dance style: Pentozalis
- Duration: 02:44
Collaborators
- Singer: Domna Samiou
- Cretan lyra: Manolis Perrakis
- Musical supervision: Domna Samiou
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Recording information
Studio recording, 1959. Released in extended play 45 rpm disc (Fidelity 8011, 1959) supervised by Domna Samiou (Recordings in 45 RPM). Later, in 2008, Yiorgos Tsambras included the track in the CD collection Mousiko Odiporiko 1959-1969 (Universal Music, 2008).
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