The lyrics of the song Tis dikaiosinis ilie noite by Grigoris Bithikotsis translated to English
Tis dikaiosinis ilie noite – English Lyrics
Sun of Justice
and you myrtle, branch of glory,
do not, I beg you
do not forget my country!
It has tall mountains shaped like eagles
the vines in ranks on the volcanoes’ flanks
and the houses more white
in the neighbourhood of the azure.
My bitter hands with the thunder
I am turning them back behind the times,
I am calling my old friends forth
with threats and with blood!