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 !    these lyrics are submitted by burkul