Éxete yá vrisúles lóngi vuná raxúles. Éxe yá kaiméne kózme, éxe yá ylikiá zoi. Ke si thistixi patritha, éxe yá pandotini. |
Farewell , springs, forests, mountains and hills. Farewell, unfortunate world, farewell, sweet life. And you, destitute homeland, farewell forever. The women of Souli haven’t learned only how to live, They also know how to die, rather than consent to slavery As if to a fair, to see the lilac blossoms, Into the abyss they go down, with songs, with joy. Fish do not live on land, nor flowers on the sandy beach. So the women of Souli do not live without freedom. |