Yiorgos Romanos

Fairy, they call the girl I love
Fairy, they call the girl I love

I went out on the road one night
and saw the children at their games
but higher up in the sky
a far-away star was playing

Fairy, fairy, they call the flower I love.

I went and found a ring
a golden, magical ring,
but the finger was very small
and the smile very bitter.

Fairy, fairy, they call the eyes I love.

Now I am going to like a fire
among the cypresses of the south,
and on the highest hilltop
I will have you as my mother and as my sister.

Fairy, fairy, they call the love I love.

Αερικό Αερικό λεν την αγάπη που αγαπώ

If they carried me tomorrow to hang
Mama oh my poor mama
I know whose tear drop by drop
would come down from your big eyes
Mommy oh my poor mommy

Once I was labeled a murderer
I took the world as a hunt
and life as long walk
fight evil with evil
that you can only hear
While your mind does not comprise them

To the solitude in which I found myself
with one hand on the sward
and the other on the bible
came mothers and orphans
and I told the tear that cares
to make it laughter for them

But now that the moment is hear
to close the accounts
who will ever be able
to see that I had a heart
like the children of love
and be able to forgive me?

Μα τώρα που ‘φτασε η στιγμή
να κλείσουν οι λογαριασμοί
ποιος τάχα θα μπορέσει
να δει πως είχα μια καρδιά
σαν της αγάπης τα παιδιά
και να με συγχωρέσει;