Mother Molyvos

Ai, mother Molyvos

please stop complaining

because you seriously

chase your last clients away

Your bumpy little streets, centuries old

Your ancient houses well anchored

on the proud rocky mountain

that once gave you life

They saw a lot of history

but never let you down

agitation, war, doors closed

you survived with you head held high

A new wave of troublous times

no need to let the head hang

it is not the world that rules you

but your back that lets you down

You always rode the storms

your back like a solid mast in choppy times

now full of rheumatism

not knowing how to move

It is not Achilles who stands before your gates

but the sad illnes Me, Me, Me

of people that do not understand

that the world keeps on turning

the managers far away

no vision nor plans

they will tear down your walls

filling their pockets just for themselves

You, magnificent lady of Molyvos

where did you leave your pride

you let yourself under the command

of stupid and loud screaming

You know that your blood not only comes from the island

but also from the other side of the sea

you always helped in difficult times

but now you seem stiff frozen

A cold and pitiless heart

does not suit you at all

that is no way to save the world

nor your own beloved town

O, Mother Molyvos

dust is piling up

do not be seduced by too big dreams

but clean your own street first

As sparkling and beautiful you dress up in August

when shiny pianos and violins

do revive happy times

under the stars at the castle

You didn't forget

how to touch the hearts of the people

so do the same during the other months

with your head held high.