Η Μαργαρίτα η Μαργαρώ [I Margarita i Margaro] [English translation]

My Margaret, my Margie

is a small dove flying to the sky...

I look at the sky through your eyes,

I see the spangle and the constellation.

Your mother is crazy

and locks you down.

Once I desire to enter your bedroom,

you throw down at me a silk rope

and we're seen locked up by the night,

by the stars and by the sunrise.

My Margaret, my Margie

is a small boat sailing across Saronic...

Oh, Saronic bay, hand me over your small waves,

give me the breeze and grant me the pelago.

Your mother is crazy

and locks you down.

Once I desire to enter your bedroom,

you throw down at me a silk rope

and we're seen locked up by the night,

by the stars and by the sunrise.

My Margaret, my Margie

is a small tree in Botanikos...

Hop on the tram once you see the night falling.

Alongside the dropped hours, I faint out.

Your mother is crazy

and locks you down.

Once I desire to enter your bedroom,

you throw down at me a silk rope

and we're seen locked up by the night,

by the stars and by the sunrise.

• Artist:Grigoris Bithikotsis
• Album:Αρχιπέλαγος 1959 & 1976