The Unquiet Grave [Greek translation]

Why does thou sit upon my grave

And will dead lips to speak?

Why does thou weep upon my grave

And will not let me sleep?

My breast it is as cold as clay

My breath is earthly strong

And if you kiss my cold clay lips

Your days they won't be long

How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart

Where we were won't to walk

The fairest flower that e'er I saw

Has withered to a stalk

When will we meet again, sweetheart?

When will we meet again?

When the Autumn leaves that fall from trees

Are green and spring up again

How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart

Where we were won't to walk

The fairest flower that e'er I saw

Has withered to a stalk

• Artist:Karliene