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Nikos Dimitratos - Aspri mera

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Uploaded by on Nov 11, 2007

Composer: Stavros Xarhakos / Lyrics: Nikos Gkatsos

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  • paidia...den exw riksei toso klamma me allo tragoudi...den exw logia na pw...kataplhktiko

  • oloi oi stixoi apo ayth tin ekpompi htan toy megaloy poiti NIKOY GATSOY ...

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  • @Scholargypsies

    I agree:)Only the Greeks, only the Greeks,with their sense of the tragic in life, could create and sing like this.:)

  • <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

  • I fell in love with this song in Greece 1975, can anyone tell me the history, how come that all greek people know the lyrics?

  • Νίκος Δημητράτος. Σεμνός, ταπεινός, ανυπόκριτος.

    Από το προσκύνημα στο ρεμπέτικο.

    Η ψυχή της Ελλάδας.

  • chi la traduce in italiano?

  • Kataplhktikh ermhneia!

  • Wow, my eyes fill with tears every time I hear this. An extraordinary performance of a hauntingly beautiful song. How can such melancholy be passed via a computer screen from one human being to another? Extraordinary!

  • file dhmhtrato den paizete..exeis apisteuth xroiaa..korufh

  • Grappling with death and mortality, his hand on his neck, feeling his pulse and his hot, blood, the perishable rose held by his fingers. That violin weeps for us,weeps for us all. His hands now clasped around the living rose bush. The way those men look. Dawn, as the lyrics tell us, dawn has truly filled the sky with dead doves. We are human,but through words and music we drag the eternal out of the ether, desperate for the fullest engagement with life..and in those moments we live forever.

  • Only the Greeks, only the Greeks,with their sense of the tragic in life, could create and sing like this. Wonderful. What a haunting violin. The pieces of my heart are being strewn across that room, through the jugs of wine, the contemplative faces of the women, the bread on the table.What a haunting violin.

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