The Death Of Cyprus

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