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Turks Hold the Horses

Βαστάτε Τούρκοι τ' άλογα
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Original Lyrics
Βαστάτε Τούρκοι τ' άλογα
Βαστάτε Τούρκοι τ’ άλογα λίγο να ξανασάνω
να χαιρετίσω τα βουνά και τις κοντοραχούλες
ν’ αφήσω διάτα στα παιδιά.
Information
- Region: Central Greece
- Categories: Klephtic Song
- Rhythm: Free rythm
- Duration: 03:08
Collaborators
- Singer: Lambros Papathanasiou
- Clarinet: Panagiotis Kokontinis
- Musical supervision: Domna Samiou
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Recording information
Studio recording, 1963. Released in 45 rpm disc (Fidelity 7292, 1963) 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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