The Death Of Cyprus Lyrics

There was a land, a lucid land ? don't cry, oh Mother Goldened with sun and goldened with foreign streets There fields were green with olive groves ? don't cry, oh Mother And blue there waves like crater in the reveries But if you go now to this land ? don't cry, oh Mother The tents you'll see scattered among the trees Won't be a camping site for tourists ? don't cry, Mother They will be only a camp for refugees Παναγιά μου, Παναγιά μου, παρηγόρα την καρδιά μου Παναγιά μου, Παναγιά μου, παρηγόρα την καρδιά μου And should you stand up on some ruins ? don't cry, oh Mother They won't be remains left there from ancient times They're homes burnt down by napalm bombs ? don't cry, oh Mother Lay by the war, by cannons, by darksome kinds And if you look above a fence ? don't cry, oh Mother You won't see people rejoicing in the yard You'll find some crosses, wooden crosses ? don't cry, Mother Rotting in silence, lost in a back yard Παναγιά μου, Παναγιά μου, παρηγόρα την καρδιά μου Παναγιά μου, Παναγιά μου, παρηγόρα την καρδιά μου