Goran Bregovic

Goran Bregovic - Me Lene Popi (My Name Is Popi) lyrics

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Ena dio tria

Me lene Popi, san ti giagia mu tin kaliopi

Ach, na me legane Kiveli

Mu pigeni pio poli afto to lamda me to i

tessera pente eksi! Me lene Popi!

Ki oso ki an drepome gi'afto mia mera tha se pandrefto


Ha 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 milo

ke analafro san ena filo.

Sta malia su na kathisi san puli na kelaidisi

ke glika-glika na se filisi

ena tragudi gia na to vazis tin ora pu diavazis


Efta ohto enia.

Gia sena dinome ke vgeno diavazo grafo ki arosteno

ke meno moni mu sto spiti m'ena glikuli piretuli

kapu triandaefta ke ena, mono na skeftome esena

Gia sena ginome Ellada, ke afrizo san portokalda

gia sena kano toso dromo, ke kathe nixta megalono

Athina, Patra, Lefkosia ke ksafnika Kiparisia

Thessaloniki, Giannena, me dio papuchia panina


Pio tragudi na su stilo, na ne kokino san milo

ke analafro san ena filo.

Sta malia su na kathisi san puli na kelaidisi

ke glika-glika na se filisi

ena tragudi dihos leksis, esi na tis dialeksis


Gia sena kano toso dromo ala pote den s'andamono

stus brahus, hanome sto plithos stin Kalogreza pali, tzifos

ke perno treno, perno plio ki ena palio leoforio

pu trmbalizete ke tremi pote apo ki, pote apo do

mehri na staso, lei, stin Iera Odo

Aftografo parakalo!

Ki ena fili sto metopo ki apohtisa ena trito mati

pu anigi mono tin tetarti ala kanenas den to vlepi


ftu ki ap'tin arhi

Ena dio tria!

Me lene Popi ki oso ki an drepome gi'afto

Mia mera tha se pandrefto


ENGLISH TRANSLATION


One, 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 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 without words, for you to choose them.


For you I walk such a road, but never I meet you

on 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 !
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