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What ails you, poor Parnassós,
what ails you that you stand there sadly.
Are your snows not deep,
are your streams not fresh?
’Tis’ not my snows, for they are deep,
nor my streams, for they run fresh.
’Tis Dístomo, whose folk they slaughtered,
’tis Dávleia, which they burnt to the ground
and wretched Livadiá,
whose brave young men they hanged.
Translated by Michael Eleftheriou
Τ' έχεις καημένε Παρνασσέ
Ωρέ τ’ έχεις καημέ- τ’ έχεις καημένε Παρνασσέ
τ’ έχεις καημένε Παρνασσέ και στέκεις μαραμένος
Μην είν’ τα χιόνια σου πολλά και τα νερά σου κρύα;
Δεν είν’ τα χιόνια μου πολλά και τα νερά μου κρύα,
βάλαν σφαγή στο Δίστομο, φωτιά στη μαύρη Δαύλεια
και στην καημένη Λειβαδιά κρεμάσαν παλικάρια.
A modern historical song in traditional style about the massacre of the inhabitants of Dístomo by the Nazi Germans on June 10, 1944. Miranda Terzopoulou (2007)
Translated by Michael Eleftheriou
Recorded in a studio, in 2004.
Domna Samiou taped the song in Modio, Lokrida, Fthiotida, sung by Maria Schoiná, in 1964.
