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Beam, Moon Dear

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Lyrics
Come on shine, dear moon,
beam, moon dear, light the way to my love.
Beam high and low, for it's muddy and wet;
beam still lower, so I can go still quicker.
Translated by Michael Eleftheriou
Original Lyrics
Φέξε μου φεγγαράκι μου
Φέξε μου φε- κι αμάν, αμάν, φέξε μου φεγγαράκι μου
φέξε μου φεγγαράκι μου να πάω στην αγάπη μου.
Φέξε ψηλά και χαμηλά
γιατ’ είναι λάσπες και νερά.
Φέξε και χαμηλώτερα
να πάω γρηγορώτερα.
Information
- Region: Central Greece
- Categories: Love Song
- Rhythm: 3 beats
- Dance style: Tsamikos
- Duration: 03:16
Collaborators
- Singer: Lambros Papathanasiou
- Clarinet: Vassilis Skaliotis
- Musical supervision: Domna Samiou
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Recording information
Studio recording, 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).
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