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Troplitsa Girls (Les Filles De Tropolitsa)
Publié le 15 Septembre 2011
In answer to the poem and song by Irene PAPPAS Saranta Pallikaria set to music by Vangelis…
The girls of Tropolitsa
In the prime of life
Dressed and head dressed
Their tanned skin golden brown in the sun
One fine summer morning
The girls of Tropolitsa sing
The girls of Tropolitsa
In the prime of life
Dressed and head dressed
Their tanned skin golden brown in the sun
One fine summer morning
The girls of Tropolitsa sing
For the women of Lebadia
The girls of Tropolitsa
In the prime of life
Dressed and head dressed
Their tanned skin golden brown in the sun
One fine summer morning
The girls of Tropolitsa dance
The girls of Tropolitsa
In the prime of life
Dressed and head dressed
Their tanned skin golden brown in the sun
One fine summer morning
The girls of Tropolitsa dance
For the women of Lebadia
The girls of Tropolitsa
In the prime of life
Dressed and head dressed
Their tanned skin golden brown in the sun
One fine summer morning
The girls of Tropolitsa sing
For the women of Lebadia
But the women of Lebadia
Can’t hear them
The girls of Tropolitsa
In the prime of life
Dressed and head dressed
Their tanned skin golden brown in the sun
One fine summer morning
The girls of Tropolitsa dance
For the women of Lebadia
But the women of Lebadia
Can’t see them
The girls of Tropolitsa
In the prime of life
Dressed and head dressed
Their tanned skin golden brown in the sun
One fine summer morning
The girls of Tropolitsa sing
For the women of Lebadia
Who only have boys
While the mothers of Tropolitsa
Only have girls
The girls of Tropolitsa
In the prime of life
Dressed and head dressed
Their tanned skin golden brown in the sun
One fine summer morning
The girls of Tropolitsa dance
For the women of Lebadia
Who only have boys
While the mothers of Tropolitsa
Only have girls
The girls of Tropolitsa
Are beautiful
But the mothers of Lebadia
Can’t see them
For the walls of Lebadia are too high
The men of Lebadia
When they see them arm down
And surrender
For the men of Lebadia
Love the girls of Tropolitsa
The girls of Tropolitsa
Are more and more beautiful
But the mothers of Lebadia
Can’t hear them
For the town of Lebadia is too far
The men of Lebadia
When they see them arm down
And surrender
For the men of Lebadia
Love the girls of Tropolitsa
Jesse CRAIGNOU