Αγάπη [Agápi] [English translation]

And the unfortunate person

Here! Raised winner

In a broad land, prophet

Of an even wider soul.

The gold, the gem

And the treasure,

Ηoly relics, True cross,

Every conducive chancel.

And everything the West, the South brings

The East, the Norther,

I put in front of your feet

So you can step on them.

I'm dying a thousand deaths

For a touch of yours

Your kiss deserves, love,

A thousand redemptions!

I am from one homeland,

And as much as I forget it

I go, I go towards one homeland,

To stand now and forever.

• Artist:Giannis Haroulis