Me Lene Popi (My Name Is Popi) Lyrics by Goran Bregovic

Me Lene Popi (My Name Is Popi)

Ena dio triaMe lene Popi, san ti giagia mu tin kaliopiAch, na me legane KiveliMu pigeni pio poli afto to lamda me to itessera pente eksi! Me lene Popi!Ki oso ki an drepome gi'afto mia mera tha se pandreftoHa ha. Mi gielas. Hthes to ipa sti mama, ki aku, tis ksefige ena ma!pu na to po ke ston baba, aftos tha mini me to ba!Pio tragudi na su stilo, na ne kokino san miloke analafro san ena filo.Sta malia su na kathisi san puli na kelaidisike glika-glika na se filisiena tragudi gia na to vazis tin ora pu diavazisEfta ohto enia.Gia sena dinome ke vgeno diavazo grafo ki arostenoke meno moni mu sto spiti m'ena glikuli piretulikapu triandaefta ke ena, mono na skeftome esenaGia sena ginome Ellada, ke afrizo san portokaldagia sena kano toso dromo, ke kathe nixta megalonoAthina, Patra, Lefkosia ke ksafnika KiparisiaThessaloniki, Giannena, me dio papuchia paninaPio tragudi na su stilo, na ne kokino san miloke analafro san ena filo.Sta malia su na kathisi san puli na kelaidisike glika-glika na
se filisiena tragudi dihos leksis, esi na tis dialeksisGia sena kano toso dromo ala pote den s'andamonostus brahus, hanome sto plithos stin Kalogreza pali, tzifoske perno treno, perno plio ki ena palio leoforiopu trmbalizete ke tremi pote apo ki, pote apo domehri na staso, lei, stin Iera OdoAftografo parakalo!Ki ena fili sto metopo ki apohtisa ena trito matipu anigi mono tin tetarti ala kanenas den to vlepiftu ki ap'tin arhiEna dio tria!Me lene Popi ki oso ki an drepome gi'aftoMia mera tha se pandreftoENGLISH TRANSLATIONOne, two, three.My name is Popi.Like my grandmother, Kalliopi.Ach, if they would have named me Kyveli,that would suit me better, with the lambda and the i.Four, five, six! My name is Popi!And no matter how ashamed I am, one day, one day, I will marry you.Haha ! Don't laugh. Yesterday, I've told my mother, and listen, she only let out a 'ma'.If I told my father, he would only say 'ba'!Which song shall I send you, that's red as an apple and light as a leaf.On your
hair, to sit on and to sing as a bird,and to kiss you sweetly-sweetly,a song to "wear" while you are studying.Seven, eight, nine,For you, I dress up and go out, I read, I write and I become sick.and I stay home alone with a sweet little fever.somewhere around thirty seven and one.Only to think of you. For you, I become Greece and bubble like lemonade.For you, I walk such a road and every night I grow up.Athens, Patra, Lefkosia and suddenly Kyparissia.Thessaloniki, Yannena, with two canvas shoes.Which song shall I send you, red as an appleand light as a leaf.On your hair, to sit on and to sing as a bird,and to kiss you sweetly-sweetly.A song without words, for you to choose them.For you I walk such a road, but never I meet youon the Rocks I get lost in the crowd and again in Kalogreza, wrong !And I take a train, I take a boat and an old bus,that seesaws and trembles to and for, till I arrive at, as it says, Iera Odo.Autograph, please !And a kiss on the forehead and I acquired a third
eye that only opens on Wednesday but nobody can see it.Again form the beginning.One, two, three !My name is Popi, and no matter how ashamed I am, one day I will marry you !