✠ Να 'τανε το '21 - I wish it was '21 again - Greek song about the War of 1821 (lyrics/translated) ✠

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Happy New Year
Deus Vult

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✠ The Greek War of Independence, also known as the Greek Revolution , was a successful war of independence waged by Greek revolutionaries against the Ottoman Empire between 1821 and 1830. The Greeks were later assisted by Great Britain, France and Russia, while the Ottomans were aided by their North African vassals, particularly the eyalet of Egypt. The war led to the formation of modern Greece. The revolution is celebrated by Greeks around the world as independence day on 25 March. ✠

Lyrics:

Μου ξανάρχονται ένα ένα χρόνια δοξασμένα
να ‘τανε το 21 να ‘ρθει μια στιγμή

Να περνάω καβαλάρης στο πλατύ τ’ αλώνι
και με τον Κολοκοτρώνη να ‘πινα κρασί

Να πολεμάω τις μέρες στα κάστρα
και το σπαθί μου να πιάνει φωτιά
και να κρατάω τις νύχτες με τ’ άστρα
μια Τουρκοπούλα (ομορφούλα) αγκαλιά

Μου ξανάρχονται ένα ένα χρόνια δοξασμένα
να ‘τανε το 21 να ‘ρθει μια βραδιά

Πρώτος το χορό να σέρνω στου Μοριά τις στράτες
και ξοπίσω μου Μανιάτες και οι Ψαριανοί

Κι όταν λαβωμένος γέρνω κάτω απ’ τους μπαξέδες
να με ραίνουν μενεξέδες χέρια κι ουρανοί

Να πολεμάω τις μέρες στα κάστρα
και το σπαθί μου να πιάνει φωτιά
και να κρατάω τις νύχτες με τ’ άστρα
μια Τουρκοπούλα (ομορφούλα) αγκαλιά

Μου ξανάρχονται ένα ένα χρόνια δοξασμένα
να ‘τανε το 21 να ‘ρθει μια βραδιά

English:

I remember one by one, glorious years.
I wish it was again the 1821, for a moment.

I would pass riding a horse from the wide road,
and I would drink wine with Kolokotronis.

I would fight in the mornings at castles,
and my sword would be catching fire,
and the nights with the stars,
i would hug a pretty girl.

I remember one by one, glorious years.
I wish it was again the 1821, for a night.

I would be the first to start dancing in the streets of Morias
and behind me the Maniates and Psariani
and when when I would fall wounded under the flowers,
I would like for flowers, hands and heavens to rain on me.

I would fight in the mornings at castles,
and my sword would be catching fire,
and the nights with the stars,
i would hug a pretty girl.

I remember one by one, glorious years.
I wish it was again the 1821, for a night.