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My moon, you cast a spell on me
and I am walking in a foreign land
here is the orphaned house
the unbearable sunset
and the tear-stained mountains
Send, my heaven, a bird
to take patience to my mother
Send, my heaven, a bird
a little swallow
to go and build a nest
in the wild plum tree of the garden
beside the little balcony
send, my heaven, a bird
to take patience to my mother
To take patience to my mother
wrapped in a handkerchief
a dowry for my little sister
and for my little neighbour
a sweet kiss on the lips
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Mitropanos
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