Earlier I wrote about a friend that accompanied me on vacations. We were singing a song. This is another one we were singing. In the wind of course. It must have been the nineties, by that time the song was already twenty years old.
At the end of the song the Great Greek Friend has no problem admitting he doesn’t know the lyrics anymore.
I’ll hear her voice and the words
That he brings from Helenimou
Sweet as a kiss are the songs of Aghapimou
Soft as the dew is the touch of Manoulamou
Oh oh oh La la la, Helenimou
La la la, Aghapimou
La la la, Manoulamou