(Music: Dimitris Milios, Lyrics: Kostas Malkotsis)
Two mothers were crying
They were saying the same things
Funeral songs
For the sons they brought up
And they believed in empty words
And both lads because of two words
Are in the ground
Are in the ground
And the Turkish mother And the Greek mother
They are still crying for them
They are still crying for them
They met in foreign lands
And they both took out
A sharp knife
"Unfaithful" they were cursing
And then they put
Their hand high