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Σεράντα μήλα
Forty apples
Seranda mila
Forty red apples,
knotted in a kerchief tight.
Though you taste forty loves,
you’ll never find my like.
Where I stand, I’m overtaken,
where I stand, my senses sway.
My knees begin to tremble—
I feel my life slip away.
Σεράντα μήλα - forty apples
about
Sung in the Pontian Greek dialect, the song portrays love as an all-consuming force, though in few words. shifting from self-assured desire to the fear of emptiness without the beloved.
audio
Recorded at Cue Productions studio by Yanis Mavridis,
photo
The cover photograph for the single was taken by Dimitris Vavliaras.
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