On the sands of sweet Serkonos
Did we bathe in the sun?
Sharing grapes from Cullero
When you were the only one
On the streets of Karnaca
I met you long ago
When the city was still peaceful
and the bay it seemed to glow
We danced and sang
Until the early ships sailed
And when morning bells rang
Only then we exhaled
Now the sands of Serkonos
They’re burning in the sun.
And the grapes from Cullero
Are withered and finally done
Now we cower in the alleys
Of streets where we did stroll
While the Duke claims our riches
And his firing squads patrol
We run and hide
Until the evening ships sail
When the night is black
Only then do we exhale
So meet me in the shadows
And bring your sweetest grape
We’ll slip onto a whaler
And maybe we’ll escape