Astrolusmeni, daughter of Orseidos,
mistress of the sea and the sun,
Mediterranean lace bow,
lordess of stone hungry!
Matrix of philosophy and science,
born of the moon's estrus,
of the vine and the olive the sprout,
on the zephyr the vessel fermented.
Panagia's sleepless candle,
you, whose light bathed the world!
You, white handkerchief of peace,
who blocked your spirit's way
and you walk barefoot and alone,
shaved, bent over and hurt?
Ripped sails without a rudder,
ship commanded by foreigners.
Nenekos, adventurers, worn out,
without hesitation or qualms,
they kick the wind of history,
they suck your blood from your guts.
Pistachon tied with memoranda,
your mouth was delivered to the wolves,
loot in the living rooms of the rich.
In the new class, the shots are sick
your blue eyes are gone.
You, mother land of Men and Heroes,
Don't kneel anymore, stand up straight.
The bell of your redemption rings,
grit your teeth, harden your heart,
buckle up Mom and move on
of your end, the time has not come!
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