A piece of my life, in a tight embrace
is my splendid land, my living place.
A westerly wind makes my spirits rise
for this earth, Athina’s paradise.
The sparkling water and shadowy cave
your mind and body will now enslave,
your very soul will be captured too
in the swirls of foam from a sea so blue.
A hundred sea-kisses from times gone by
sweep rocks abiding through History’s cry.
Corsairs, mad pirates in their fighting ships
land to snuff out our lives, to eclipse.
But wait! some souls survive and start to flee
to build, to live in a world that is free.
They form temples, pray, then make a vow
to breathe in life, ease their worried brow.
Washed by the open sea, this sun-bathed land
never fears the dark, good will always stand!