If I had wings on my back so I could fly,
Even if I knew I'd get lost,
Still would I come to you and carry you back here,
Because your separation has hurt me so deeply.
And it is no longer possible for me to be happy,
While you are not where I can see you in your own home.
Come back to Cyprus soon and comfort us,
And I'll cut off a part of me for you to eat, if you're hungry.
The other night at the engagement, everyone was singing;
But ask about your mother,
Me, and your (wife) Anna,
What life is like (without you) .
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