Paroles et traduction Χάρις Αλεξίου - O Fadaros

O Fadaros

Apopse pire adia, ke me tin tsepi adia,
Travai gia tin poli,
Richni ena "gia sou" sto frouro,
Saltari s'ena fortigo,
Ki o Charos den glitoni

Ela, stin parea mas, fantare
Katse, ki ena potiraki pare,
Xechna stratones ke skopies,
Ki apo to brousko tis kardias mas pies,
Xechna stratones ke skopies,
Ki apo to brousko tis kardias mas pies

I poli san ti goissa, san tin palia archontissa,
Anavi ta kollie tis
Ma san ton ferni sta stena,
Ton kouventiazi i monaxia
Pou perni angkaze tis

Ela, stin parea mas, fantare
Katse, ki ena potiraki pare,
Xechna stratones ke skopies,
Ki apo to brousko tis kardias mas pies,
Xechna stratones ke skopies,
Ki apo to brousko tis kardias mas pies

I dromi ton kourasane, parapona ton piasane,
Sto tavernaki beni
Kapion na vri gia ena pioto,
Na 'choun ton idio to kaimo,
Mazi na doun pou vgeni

Ela, stin parea mas, fantare
Katse, ki ena potiraki pare,
Xechna stratones ke skopies,
Ki apo to brousko tis kardias mas pies,
Xechna stratones ke skopies,
Ki apo to brousko tis kardias mas pies

The Escort

Tonight he'll leave late, and with the chains late,
He fights for the city,
Give a "good one" to the guard,
Leap into a fortress,
And Death has no neighbor

Come, to our group, soldier
Sit, and take a drink,
Forget about barracks and sentries,
And drink from the roughness of our hearts,
Forget about barracks and sentries,
And drink from the roughness of our hearts

The city like the young woman, like the old aristocrat,
She brightens her jewelry
But when she bears it at the corner,
Solitude courts her
That passes her by

Come, to our group, soldier
Sit, and take a drink,
Forget about barracks and sentries,
And drink from the roughness of our hearts,
Forget about barracks and sentries,
And drink from the roughness of our hearts

The road wears him out, complaints seize him,
He enters the tavern
To search for someone for a drink,
Who has the same longing,
To see where it leads

Come, to our group, soldier
Sit, and take a drink,
Forget about barracks and sentries,
And drink from the roughness of our hearts,
Forget about barracks and sentries,
And drink from the roughness of our hearts