Pontian Mouhapet, MAKRIN KAIDEN, Shoumoul, Stefanon, Tsitar, Trikil...
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- Updated: 04 Apr 2015
Pontian Makrin by Stefanon, Tsitar, Trikil... Mouhapet. PONTIANS, Originaly from Trapezounta, Matsouka.
A GOOD BIRD
A BIRD, A GOOD BIRD, LEFT THE CITY,
IT SETTLED NEITHER IN VINEYARDS NOR IN ORCHARDS,
IT CAME TO SETTLE ON THE CASTLE OF THE SUN.
IT SHOOK ONE WING, DRENCHED IN BLOOD,
IT SHOOK THE OTHER WING IT HAD A WRITTEN PAPER.
NOW IT READS, NOW IT CRIES; NOW IT BEATS ITS BREAST.
WOE IS US, WOE IS US, AND ROMANIA IS TAKEN.’
THE CHURCHES LAMENT, THE MONASTERIES WEEP,
AND ST. JOHN CHRYSOSTOM WEEPS, HE BEATS HIS BREAST.
WEEP NOT, WEEP NOT, ST. JOHN, AND BEAT NOT YOUR BREAST.
ROMANIA HAS PASSED AWAY ROMANIA IS TAKEN.
EVEN IF ROMANIA HAS PASSED AWAY, IT WILL FLOWER
BLOSSUM AND BEAR FRUIT AGAIN.
THE BIRD SINGS THAT, ONE DAY, THE GLORY AND THE PRE-EMINENCE OF THE PONTIC GREEKS WILL BE RECOGNISED WHEREVER GREEK IS SPOKEN. WHEN THAT DAY OF JUSTIFICATION COMES, THE TWO AND A HALF MILLENNIA OF ANABASIS WILL AT LAST BE OVER.
THE THEATRE OF TRANSFORMATION WHICH MADE THIS PEOPLE FIRST COLONISTS, THEN STRANGERS IN THEIR OWN LAND, THEN EMIGRANTS, THEN EXILES AND THEN REFUGEES WILL LOWER ITS CURTAIN.
THE JOURNEY WHICH LED FROM THE IONIAN SHORE TO PONTOS, FROM THE SHORES OF PONTOS TO CRIMEA, SEBASTAPOL AND ODESSA, FROM KHERASON TO THE KUBAN AND THE CAUCASUS, FROM THE SEA OF AZOV, TO THE BLACK SEA AND THE BOSPORUS. FROM THE KOSSAK NOMAD STEPPES OF CENTRAL ASIA, AND THE LAND OF THE AMAZONS, TO KAZAKHSTAN, UZBEKISTAN, ABKAZIA, AND GEORGIA BACK TO GREECE AND RUSSIA.
AND FINALLY FROM GREECE AND RUSSIA TO ALL THE CORNERS OF THE WORLD…
THUS MAKING THEIR JOURNEY FINALLY COMPLETE,
THEN… THE GREAT IDEA WILL… FLOWER… BLOSSUM
AND BEAR FRUIT ONCE AGAIN.
As long as the sun shines, the wind blows, and the seas churn.... So our lost ancestors churn in us all... Until we also become ancestors who in turn... Will churn in the hearts of our descendants...
“I Life we Honour OUR Ancestors
In Death WE ARE with them...
OUR LOST MOUNTAINS, ROCKS, TREES, STREAMS, FLOWERS AND VALLEYS... WAIT FOR US IN THE LAND OF OUR ANCESTORS. THERE WE WILL ALL MEET AGAIN AND SING OUR SONGS OF LOVE , LIFE, DEATH AND WISDOM. IF NOT THERE, WE WILL ALL MEET AGAIN IN HADES, AND SING OUR SONGS WITH THE LORD OF THE UNDERWORLD...
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Pontian Makrin by Stefanon, Tsitar, Trikil... Mouhapet. PONTIANS, Originaly from Trapezounta, Matsouka.
A GOOD BIRD
A BIRD, A GOOD BIRD, LEFT THE CITY,
IT SETTLED NEITHER IN VINEYARDS NOR IN ORCHARDS,
IT CAME TO SETTLE ON THE CASTLE OF THE SUN.
IT SHOOK ONE WING, DRENCHED IN BLOOD,
IT SHOOK THE OTHER WING IT HAD A WRITTEN PAPER.
NOW IT READS, NOW IT CRIES; NOW IT BEATS ITS BREAST.
WOE IS US, WOE IS US, AND ROMANIA IS TAKEN.’
THE CHURCHES LAMENT, THE MONASTERIES WEEP,
AND ST. JOHN CHRYSOSTOM WEEPS, HE BEATS HIS BREAST.
WEEP NOT, WEEP NOT, ST. JOHN, AND BEAT NOT YOUR BREAST.
ROMANIA HAS PASSED AWAY ROMANIA IS TAKEN.
EVEN IF ROMANIA HAS PASSED AWAY, IT WILL FLOWER
BLOSSUM AND BEAR FRUIT AGAIN.
THE BIRD SINGS THAT, ONE DAY, THE GLORY AND THE PRE-EMINENCE OF THE PONTIC GREEKS WILL BE RECOGNISED WHEREVER GREEK IS SPOKEN. WHEN THAT DAY OF JUSTIFICATION COMES, THE TWO AND A HALF MILLENNIA OF ANABASIS WILL AT LAST BE OVER.
THE THEATRE OF TRANSFORMATION WHICH MADE THIS PEOPLE FIRST COLONISTS, THEN STRANGERS IN THEIR OWN LAND, THEN EMIGRANTS, THEN EXILES AND THEN REFUGEES WILL LOWER ITS CURTAIN.
THE JOURNEY WHICH LED FROM THE IONIAN SHORE TO PONTOS, FROM THE SHORES OF PONTOS TO CRIMEA, SEBASTAPOL AND ODESSA, FROM KHERASON TO THE KUBAN AND THE CAUCASUS, FROM THE SEA OF AZOV, TO THE BLACK SEA AND THE BOSPORUS. FROM THE KOSSAK NOMAD STEPPES OF CENTRAL ASIA, AND THE LAND OF THE AMAZONS, TO KAZAKHSTAN, UZBEKISTAN, ABKAZIA, AND GEORGIA BACK TO GREECE AND RUSSIA.
AND FINALLY FROM GREECE AND RUSSIA TO ALL THE CORNERS OF THE WORLD…
THUS MAKING THEIR JOURNEY FINALLY COMPLETE,
THEN… THE GREAT IDEA WILL… FLOWER… BLOSSUM
AND BEAR FRUIT ONCE AGAIN.
As long as the sun shines, the wind blows, and the seas churn.... So our lost ancestors churn in us all... Until we also become ancestors who in turn... Will churn in the hearts of our descendants...
“I Life we Honour OUR Ancestors
In Death WE ARE with them...
OUR LOST MOUNTAINS, ROCKS, TREES, STREAMS, FLOWERS AND VALLEYS... WAIT FOR US IN THE LAND OF OUR ANCESTORS. THERE WE WILL ALL MEET AGAIN AND SING OUR SONGS OF LOVE , LIFE, DEATH AND WISDOM. IF NOT THERE, WE WILL ALL MEET AGAIN IN HADES, AND SING OUR SONGS WITH THE LORD OF THE UNDERWORLD...
- published: 04 Apr 2015
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