| A Beautiful Brunette A brunette beauty, whimsical Αnd full of fine caprices Struts and lords it over me, She poses and she teases. I’ll go up to her one night. I’ll ask her, yes I will, How did you get to be so bad? You’re going to make me ill! But oh her eyes and oh that black, That curling frizzy hair When all these charms are in my arms Τhey smooth out every care. | Μια ομορφη Μελαχροινη Mια όμορφη μελαχρινή ναζιάρα και σκερτσόζα τόσο πολύ με τυραννεί και μου κρατάει πόζα. Θα τη ζυγώσω μια βραδιά και θα την αρωτήσω πως γίνεσαι τόσο κακιά για σένα θα αρρωστήσω. Τα κατσαρά της τα μαλλιά τα μάτια της τα μαύρα μες την δική μου αγκαλιά θα σβήσουν κάθε λαύρα. |
'I was born in the capital of the Cyclades, in beautiful Syros in a poor neighborhood of Upper Chora called Skali in 1905 on Wednesday 10th May, third hour of the morning, to very poor parents ... . My father’s name was Dhomenikos, my mother’s Elpidha, born Provelengiou. They fell in love and got married, penniless both’...
Markos was the first child born to the couple and the one best able to remember his mother as a beguiling young woman before she was ground down by poverty and delinquent children: ‘My mother was pretty and cheerful. She made jokes, sang nicely and was full of life. As for my father, the whole of Upper Chora loved him, the whole of Syros did - he’d never harmed a soul.’
Markos was the first child born to the couple and the one best able to remember his mother as a beguiling young woman before she was ground down by poverty and delinquent children: ‘My mother was pretty and cheerful. She made jokes, sang nicely and was full of life. As for my father, the whole of Upper Chora loved him, the whole of Syros did - he’d never harmed a soul.’