by kapardeli eftichia
Greek Soul
Mother Greece
death is sweet to a
do not fear
the life you gave me this to give you
with the blessing of the ancestors
and paean lips
Joined battle the vortex
bravely,
sacrifice valuable Goddess, the supreme virtue
light, dark beat
"Salamis ... ... ...
"While fighting, would you believe it '
words of Themistocles in Evriviades
When seeking to fight
oracle .... the wooden walls ... .. ... Ships ...
the destruction of the Persians and the crash
Oh Glory
Oh Virtue
Greek soul
Adi it overcomes
Country
word
remain unquenchable sweet lips
With the tube the flaming civilian
Greek hero fighting Bodybuilders
warriors with shields and spears rigged
and rowers in command of the oars hitting
Xerxes leads a thousand
but our two hundred and seven
the swiftness
and there, brave soul
the wound is wide open
by enemy sword
... ... The countless ships burn the enemies ... ... ... ... shouts
oars pieces
the masts, the flame consumes the sea
wood swallows corpses
so many dead only one day ... crying ... the sea
Oh! Destiny bad barbarians crashing
Nike Stretch wings
indestructible with boughs of laurel
knit hero hoops
leaves triumph
Light of Freedom
and Immortal are mortals
Last updated August 18, 2011