In the golden green
hair of Aphrodite
there emerges a sun, red
as the heart’s blood
And you sweetly singing
rizitika of Crete
and the dance being drawn by
young children**
Eros is sweet wine
and fate is an old stone fireplace
shining there where you walk
with a body that is ever young
The sweet daybreak tender
and your breath cinnamon
when I first kissed you
and you told me “I love you”
(translation: Eva Johanos
*Ριζίτικα ~ Rizitika are songs from the depths of the culture of Crete, as reflected in the name itself which has connections to the word “root” and also “fate” or “destiny.”
**αμούστακα παιδιά ~ literally, children without mustaches = young children)