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How Fortunate the Mountains

Καλότυχα που 'ν' τα βουνά
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Καλότυχα που 'ν' τα βουνά
Καλότυχα που ’ν’ τα βουνά, χάρο δεν περιμένουν
μον’ καρτερούν την άνοιξη, τ’ όμορφο καλοκαίρι
να βγουν κοπάδια στα βουνά.
Φωτ. Χρ. Λαιμός (2022)
Information
- Region: Central Greece
- Type: Table Song
- Categories: Klephtic Song
- Rhythm: Free rythm
- Duration: 03:17
Collaborators
- Singer: Lambros Papathanasiou
- Clarinet: Vassilis Skaliotis
- Violin: Alekos Pavlou-Arapakis
- Lute: Stavros Adrianos, Dimitris Tsakiris
- Daouli (davul): Yannis Stamatopoulos
- Musical supervision: Domna Samiou
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Recording information
Studio recording, in 1967. Released in 45 rpm disc (Fidelity 7403, 1967) 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).
Photo credits: Ch. Lemos (2022)
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