Five centuries immersed in darkness,
injured, with broken wings,
five centuries in the Middle Ages, in Hades,
The old lady is a slave to barbarians.
Difficult years, covered by misery,
-the slave's labor is always heavy-
Alexander's sister in foreign hands
to wait for freedom to dawn...
And, finally, a gust of freedom blew
to the bride of Thermaikos a hundred years ago
years, when the soldier entered as a savior
with the irresistible Greek army.
The slave became a lady again in the Balkans,
A proud lady, with a heavy history.
And even if they want wretched people, with rare foolishness,
To steal her glory, but also her freedom!
Barbarians without history, your dreams are plans!
And, if our Thessaloniki is your secret desire,
Here is Greek land and the Macedonian mother
She will always be free and will spread light!
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