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Κι επειδή μου αρέσουν οι αντιστίξεις:
Από το ηλικίας 47 ετών τρίτο άλμπουμ των Simon & Garfunkel, το 7 O'Clock News/Silent Night με επικαιρότητα εκείνων των ημερών. Το βιντεάκι έχει το κείμενο που διαβάζει ο εκφωνητής των ειδήσεων της 3/8/1966. Τα γεγονότα τα παρουσιάζει αναλυτικά η Wikipedia.
Από το ηλικίας 47 ετών τρίτο άλμπουμ των Simon & Garfunkel, το 7 O'Clock News/Silent Night με επικαιρότητα εκείνων των ημερών. Το βιντεάκι έχει το κείμενο που διαβάζει ο εκφωνητής των ειδήσεων της 3/8/1966. Τα γεγονότα τα παρουσιάζει αναλυτικά η Wikipedia.
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I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus - Stand Still
ΥΓ: Ουπς! Ευτυχώς που σου αρέσουν οι αντιστίξεις... :laugh:
I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus - Stand Still
ΥΓ: Ουπς! Ευτυχώς που σου αρέσουν οι αντιστίξεις... :laugh:
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Επειδή μου αρέσουν και μένα οι αντιστίξεις, λιγάκι μελό αλλά με μια ψυχή που μόνο η σόουλ έχει, εξ ορισμού.
Κι όταν λέμε για ψυχή και σόουλ, ο Ότις Ρέντινγκ και η Κάρλα Τόμας (η Βασίλισσα της Σόουλ του Μέμφις, κόρη του Ρούφους Τόμας) είναι κορυφές.
New Year's Resolution - Otis Redding & Carla Thomas
Επειδή μου αρέσουν και μένα οι αντιστίξεις, λιγάκι μελό αλλά με μια ψυχή που μόνο η σόουλ έχει, εξ ορισμού.
Κι όταν λέμε για ψυχή και σόουλ, ο Ότις Ρέντινγκ και η Κάρλα Τόμας (η Βασίλισσα της Σόουλ του Μέμφις, κόρη του Ρούφους Τόμας) είναι κορυφές.
New Year's Resolution - Otis Redding & Carla Thomas
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Ικαριώτικα πρωτοχρονιάτικα κάλαντα - Stringless
Εμείς εδώ δεν ήρθαμε να φάμε και να πιούμε
μόν' έχεις κόρην έμορφη και θέμε να τη δούμε
Σ' αυτό το σπίτι που 'ρθαμε τα ράφια είν' ασημένια
του χρόνου σαν και σήμερα να 'ναι μαλαματένια
Βάλτε μας κρασί να πιούμε
«και του χρόνου» να σας πούμε!
Ικαριώτικα πρωτοχρονιάτικα κάλαντα - Stringless
Εμείς εδώ δεν ήρθαμε να φάμε και να πιούμε
μόν' έχεις κόρην έμορφη και θέμε να τη δούμε
Σ' αυτό το σπίτι που 'ρθαμε τα ράφια είν' ασημένια
του χρόνου σαν και σήμερα να 'ναι μαλαματένια
Βάλτε μας κρασί να πιούμε
«και του χρόνου» να σας πούμε!
pidyo
New member
In Epiphania Domini Communio: Vidimus stellam (The Gradual of Eleanor of Brittany / Graduel d'Aliénor de Bretagne) [via]
Πολλά να σχολιάσει κανείς, σε διάφορους τομείς. Στα μουσικά, το πόσο λίγο μοιάζει στο αυτί ενός αστοιχείωτου όπως εγώ το υπέροχο αυτό κομμάτι με ό,τι συνήθως κυκλοφορεί ως μεσαιωνική μουσική, καθώς και η μάλλον κοντά στα ορθόδοξα ακούσματα αίσθηση που σου δίνει. Στις μεταφραστικές απορίες, ότι δεν ξέρω αν υπάρχει ελληνικός όρος για το gradual ως όρος της εκκλησιαστικής μουσικής (αντιφωνικός ύμνος είναι νομίζω κάτι ευρύτερο). Στα ονομαστικά, ότι ο μεσαιωνικός γαλλικός τύπος του Eleanor είναι Aliénor, κάτι που επίσης δεν ήξερα. Στα ιστορικά, ότι η μοναχή Ελεονώρα της Βρεττάνης δεν ταυτίζεται με την γνωστότερη Ελεονώρα της Βρετάνης.
Χρόνια πολλά στους Φώτηδες, τις Φωτεινούλες και στις [ μα πώς κάνει αιτιατική πληθυντικού το Θεανώ; ].
Πολλά να σχολιάσει κανείς, σε διάφορους τομείς. Στα μουσικά, το πόσο λίγο μοιάζει στο αυτί ενός αστοιχείωτου όπως εγώ το υπέροχο αυτό κομμάτι με ό,τι συνήθως κυκλοφορεί ως μεσαιωνική μουσική, καθώς και η μάλλον κοντά στα ορθόδοξα ακούσματα αίσθηση που σου δίνει. Στις μεταφραστικές απορίες, ότι δεν ξέρω αν υπάρχει ελληνικός όρος για το gradual ως όρος της εκκλησιαστικής μουσικής (αντιφωνικός ύμνος είναι νομίζω κάτι ευρύτερο). Στα ονομαστικά, ότι ο μεσαιωνικός γαλλικός τύπος του Eleanor είναι Aliénor, κάτι που επίσης δεν ήξερα. Στα ιστορικά, ότι η μοναχή Ελεονώρα της Βρεττάνης δεν ταυτίζεται με την γνωστότερη Ελεονώρα της Βρετάνης.
Χρόνια πολλά στους Φώτηδες, τις Φωτεινούλες και στις [ μα πώς κάνει αιτιατική πληθυντικού το Θεανώ; ].
Δικές μου σημειώσεις:
Να βρω πού το έχουν ξεσηκώσει οι Dead Can Dance (και αν...).
gradual = (ουσ., μουσ.) γραδουάλι (Εδώ και στον Πάπυρο)
Βρετάνη και Βρετόνοι, Βρετανία και Βρετανοί, χωρίς διπλά -τ- ή -ν-, σαν αυτά που μας ζάλιζαν κάποτε.
Θεανούλες, όπως και Μυρτούλες: τα υποκοριστικά έρχονται να συμπληρώσουν αυτά τα κενά. (Συχνά και το -άκι σε πράγματα.)
Να μας ζήσουν ούλες.
Να βρω πού το έχουν ξεσηκώσει οι Dead Can Dance (και αν...).
gradual = (ουσ., μουσ.) γραδουάλι (Εδώ και στον Πάπυρο)
Βρετάνη και Βρετόνοι, Βρετανία και Βρετανοί, χωρίς διπλά -τ- ή -ν-, σαν αυτά που μας ζάλιζαν κάποτε.
Θεανούλες, όπως και Μυρτούλες: τα υποκοριστικά έρχονται να συμπληρώσουν αυτά τα κενά. (Συχνά και το -άκι σε πράγματα.)
Να μας ζήσουν ούλες.
Rogerios
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Για την ακρίβεια, "Αλιενόρ" είναι ο τύπος του ονόματος στα οξιτανικά, όχι στη langue d'oil. Η γνωστότερη Αλιενόρ είναι βέβαια αυτή της Ακυιτανίας, βασίλισσα πρώτα της Γαλλίας κι έπειτα της Αγγλίας, ως σύζυγος του Ερρίκου Β΄ Πλανταγενέτη. Χάρη σ' αυτήν περνά το όνομα στον οίκο των Πλανταγενετών κι έτσι το συναντάμε και στις δύο Αλιενόρ της Βρετάνης. Η ηγουμένη του Φοντεβρώ (1275-1342) είναι εκείνη που αναζητεί ο αγαπητός π2. Η ιδιότητά της αυτή δεν είναι τυχαία: το Φοντεβρώ ήταν υπό την προστασία των Πλανταγενετών κι αποτελούσε, εκτός των άλλων, και τη δυναστική τους νεκρόπολη.
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After completing his short film Vincent in 1982, then-Disney animator Burton wrote a three-page poem titled The Nightmare Before Christmas, drawing inspiration from television specials of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, How the Grinch Stole Christmas! and the poem A Visit from St. Nicholas [also known as "The Night Before Christmas" and " 'Twas the Night Before Christmas" from its first line]. Burton intended to adapt the poem into a television special with the narration spoken by his favorite actor, Vincent Price, but also considered other options such as a children's book.
www.wikiwand.com/en/The_Nightmare_Before_Christmas#/Production
The Nightmare before Christmas narrated by Christopher Lee
It was late one fall in Halloweenland,
and the air had quite a chill.
Against the moon a skeleton sat,
alone upon a hill.
He was tall and thin with a bat bow tie;
Jack Skellington was his name.
He was tired and bored in Halloweenland
"I'm sick of the scaring, the terror, the fright.
I'm tired of being something that goes bump in the night.
I'm bored with leering my horrible glances,
And my feet hurt from dancing those skeleton dances.
I don't like graveyards, and I need something new.
There must be more to life than just yelling,
'Boo!'"
Then out from a grave, with a curl and a twist,
Came a whimpering, whining, spectral mist.
It was a little ghost dog, with a faint little bark,
And a jack-o'-lantern nose that glowed in the dark.
It was Jack's dog, Zero, the best friend he had,
But Jack hardly noticed, which made Zero sad.
All that night and through the next day,
Jack wandered and walked.
He was filled with dismay.
Then deep in the forest, just before night,
Jack came upon an amazing sight.
Not twenty feet from the spot where he stood
Were three massive doorways carved in wood.
He stood before them, completely in awe,
His gaze transfixed by one special door.
Entranced and excited, with a slight sense of worry,
Jack opened the door to a white, windy flurry.
Jack didn't know it, but he'd fallen down
In the middle of a place called Christmas Town!
Immersed in the light, Jack was no longer haunted.
He had finally found the feeling he wanted.
And so that his friends wouldn't think him a liar,
He took the present filled stockings that hung by the fire.
He took candy and toys that were stacked on the shelves
And a picture of Santa with all of his elves.
He took lights and ornaments and the star from the tree,
And from the Christmas Town sign, he took the big letter C.
He picked up everything that sparkled or glowed.
He even picked up a handful of snow.
He grabbed it all, and without being seen,
He took it all back to Halloween.
Back in Halloween a group of Jack's peers
Stared in amazement at his Christmas souvenirs.
For this wondrous vision none were prepared.
Most were excited, though a few were quite scared!
For the next few days, while it lightninged and thundered,
Jack sat alone and obsessively wondered.
"Why is it they get to spread laughter and cheer
While we stalk the graveyards, spreading panic and fear?
Well, I could be Santa, and I could spread cheer!
Why does he get to do it year after year?"
Outraged by injustice, Jack thought and he thought.
Then he got an idea. "Yes. . .yes. . .why not!"
In Christmas Town, Santa was making some toys
When through the din he heard a soft noise.
He answered the door, and to his surprise,
He saw weird little creatures in strange disguise.
They were altogether ugly and rather petite.
As they opened their sacks, they yelled, "Trick or treat!"
Then a confused Santa was shoved into a sack
And taken to Halloween to see mastermind Jack.
In Halloween everyone gathered once more,
For they'd never seen a Santa before
And as they cautiously gazed at this strange old man,
Jack related to Santa his masterful plan:
"My dear Mr. Claus, I think it's a crime
That you've got to be Santa all of the time!
But now I will give presents, and I will spread cheer.
We're changing places I'm Santa this year.
It is I who will say Merry Christmas to you!
So you may lie in my coffin, creak doors, and yell, 'Boo!'
And please, Mr. Claus, don't think ill of my plan.
For I'll do the best Santa job that I can."
And though Jack and his friends thought they'd do a good job,
Their idea of Christmas was still quite macabre.
They were packed up and ready on Christmas Eve day
When Jack hitched his reindeer to his sleek coffin sleigh,
But on Christmas Eve as they were about to begin,
A Halloween fog slowly rolled in.
Jack said, "We can't leave; this fog's just too thick.
There will be no Christmas, and I can't be St. Nick."
Then a small glowing light pierced through the fog.
What could it be?. . .It was Zero, Jack's dog!
Jack said, "Zero, with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"
And to be so needed was Zero's great dream,
So he joyously flew to the head of the team.
And as the skeletal sleigh started its ghostly flight,
Jack cackled, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
'Twas the nightmare before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse.
The stockings all hung by the chimney with care,
When opened that morning would cause quite a scare!
The children, all nestled so snug in their beds,
Would have nightmares of monsters and skeleton heads.
The moon that hung over the new-fallen snow
Cast an eerie pall over the city below,
And Santa Claus's laughter now sounded like groans,
And the jingling bells like chattering bones.
And what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a coffin sleigh with skeleton deer.
And a skeletal driver so ugly and sick
They knew in a moment, this can't be St. Nick!
From house to house, with a true sense of joy,
Jack happily issued each present and toy.
From rooftop to rooftop he jumped and he skipped,
Leaving presents that seemed to be straight from a crypt!
Unaware that the world was in panic and fear,
Jack merrily spread his own brand of cheer.
He visited the house of Susie and Dave;
They got a Gumby and Pokey from the grave.
Then on to the home of little Jane Neeman;
She got a baby doll possessed by a demon.
A monstrous train with tentacle tracks,
A ghoulish puppet wielding an ax,
A man eating plant disguised as a wreath,
And a vampire teddy bear with very sharp teeth.
There were screams of terror, but Jack didn't hear it,
He was much too involved with his own Christmas spirit!
Jack finally looked down from his dark, starry frights
And saw the commotion, the noise, and the light.
"Why, they're celebrating, it looks like such fun!
They're thanking me for the good job that I've done."
But what he thought were fireworks meant as goodwill
Were bullets and missiles intended to kill.
Then amidst the barrage of artillery fire,
Jack urged Zero to go higher and higher.
And away they all flew like the storm of a thistle,
Until they were hit by a well guided missile.
And as they fell on the cemetery, way out of sight,
Was heard, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good
night."
Jack pulled himself up on a large stone cross,
And from there he reviewed his incredible loss.
"I thought I could be Santa, I had such belief"
Jack was confused and filled with great grief.
Not knowing where to turn, he looked toward the sky,
Then he slumped on the grave and he started to cry.
And as Zero and Jack lay crumpled on the ground,
They suddenly heard a familiar sound.
"My dear Jack," said Santa, "I applaud your intent.
I know wreaking such havoc was not what you meant.
And so you are sad and feeling quite blue,
But taking over Christmas was the wrong thing to do.
I hope you realize Halloween's the right place for you.
There's a lot more, Jack, that I'd like to say,
But now I must hurry, for it's almost Christmas day."
Then he jumped in his sleigh, and with a wink of an eye,
He said, "Merry Christmas," and he bid them good bye.
Back home, Jack was sad, but then, like a dream,
Santa brought Christmas to the land of Halloween.
www.timburtoncollective.com/nmbcpoem.html
Early on, The Nightmare Before Christmas planned to rely heavily on its poetic inspiration. As such, the Star Trek: The Next Generation star with the manly yet jaunty voice was called in to read poetry that was intended for the film's opening and closing narration. The lengthy monologues were eventually pared down to a few lines, and those were reassigned to the film's Santa, Edward Ivory. However, Stewart's version can be found in full on the film's soundtrack.
www.tor.com/blogs/2013/12/patrick-stewarts-monologues-on-the-nightmare-before-christmas-soundtrack-make-perfect-bookends-to-the-tale
Let it snow.
After completing his short film Vincent in 1982, then-Disney animator Burton wrote a three-page poem titled The Nightmare Before Christmas, drawing inspiration from television specials of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, How the Grinch Stole Christmas! and the poem A Visit from St. Nicholas [also known as "The Night Before Christmas" and " 'Twas the Night Before Christmas" from its first line]. Burton intended to adapt the poem into a television special with the narration spoken by his favorite actor, Vincent Price, but also considered other options such as a children's book.
www.wikiwand.com/en/The_Nightmare_Before_Christmas#/Production
The Nightmare before Christmas narrated by Christopher Lee
It was late one fall in Halloweenland,
and the air had quite a chill.
Against the moon a skeleton sat,
alone upon a hill.
He was tall and thin with a bat bow tie;
Jack Skellington was his name.
He was tired and bored in Halloweenland
"I'm sick of the scaring, the terror, the fright.
I'm tired of being something that goes bump in the night.
I'm bored with leering my horrible glances,
And my feet hurt from dancing those skeleton dances.
I don't like graveyards, and I need something new.
There must be more to life than just yelling,
'Boo!'"
Then out from a grave, with a curl and a twist,
Came a whimpering, whining, spectral mist.
It was a little ghost dog, with a faint little bark,
And a jack-o'-lantern nose that glowed in the dark.
It was Jack's dog, Zero, the best friend he had,
But Jack hardly noticed, which made Zero sad.
All that night and through the next day,
Jack wandered and walked.
He was filled with dismay.
Then deep in the forest, just before night,
Jack came upon an amazing sight.
Not twenty feet from the spot where he stood
Were three massive doorways carved in wood.
He stood before them, completely in awe,
His gaze transfixed by one special door.
Entranced and excited, with a slight sense of worry,
Jack opened the door to a white, windy flurry.
Jack didn't know it, but he'd fallen down
In the middle of a place called Christmas Town!
Immersed in the light, Jack was no longer haunted.
He had finally found the feeling he wanted.
And so that his friends wouldn't think him a liar,
He took the present filled stockings that hung by the fire.
He took candy and toys that were stacked on the shelves
And a picture of Santa with all of his elves.
He took lights and ornaments and the star from the tree,
And from the Christmas Town sign, he took the big letter C.
He picked up everything that sparkled or glowed.
He even picked up a handful of snow.
He grabbed it all, and without being seen,
He took it all back to Halloween.
Back in Halloween a group of Jack's peers
Stared in amazement at his Christmas souvenirs.
For this wondrous vision none were prepared.
Most were excited, though a few were quite scared!
For the next few days, while it lightninged and thundered,
Jack sat alone and obsessively wondered.
"Why is it they get to spread laughter and cheer
While we stalk the graveyards, spreading panic and fear?
Well, I could be Santa, and I could spread cheer!
Why does he get to do it year after year?"
Outraged by injustice, Jack thought and he thought.
Then he got an idea. "Yes. . .yes. . .why not!"
In Christmas Town, Santa was making some toys
When through the din he heard a soft noise.
He answered the door, and to his surprise,
He saw weird little creatures in strange disguise.
They were altogether ugly and rather petite.
As they opened their sacks, they yelled, "Trick or treat!"
Then a confused Santa was shoved into a sack
And taken to Halloween to see mastermind Jack.
In Halloween everyone gathered once more,
For they'd never seen a Santa before
And as they cautiously gazed at this strange old man,
Jack related to Santa his masterful plan:
"My dear Mr. Claus, I think it's a crime
That you've got to be Santa all of the time!
But now I will give presents, and I will spread cheer.
We're changing places I'm Santa this year.
It is I who will say Merry Christmas to you!
So you may lie in my coffin, creak doors, and yell, 'Boo!'
And please, Mr. Claus, don't think ill of my plan.
For I'll do the best Santa job that I can."
And though Jack and his friends thought they'd do a good job,
Their idea of Christmas was still quite macabre.
They were packed up and ready on Christmas Eve day
When Jack hitched his reindeer to his sleek coffin sleigh,
But on Christmas Eve as they were about to begin,
A Halloween fog slowly rolled in.
Jack said, "We can't leave; this fog's just too thick.
There will be no Christmas, and I can't be St. Nick."
Then a small glowing light pierced through the fog.
What could it be?. . .It was Zero, Jack's dog!
Jack said, "Zero, with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"
And to be so needed was Zero's great dream,
So he joyously flew to the head of the team.
And as the skeletal sleigh started its ghostly flight,
Jack cackled, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
'Twas the nightmare before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse.
The stockings all hung by the chimney with care,
When opened that morning would cause quite a scare!
The children, all nestled so snug in their beds,
Would have nightmares of monsters and skeleton heads.
The moon that hung over the new-fallen snow
Cast an eerie pall over the city below,
And Santa Claus's laughter now sounded like groans,
And the jingling bells like chattering bones.
And what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a coffin sleigh with skeleton deer.
And a skeletal driver so ugly and sick
They knew in a moment, this can't be St. Nick!
From house to house, with a true sense of joy,
Jack happily issued each present and toy.
From rooftop to rooftop he jumped and he skipped,
Leaving presents that seemed to be straight from a crypt!
Unaware that the world was in panic and fear,
Jack merrily spread his own brand of cheer.
He visited the house of Susie and Dave;
They got a Gumby and Pokey from the grave.
Then on to the home of little Jane Neeman;
She got a baby doll possessed by a demon.
A monstrous train with tentacle tracks,
A ghoulish puppet wielding an ax,
A man eating plant disguised as a wreath,
And a vampire teddy bear with very sharp teeth.
There were screams of terror, but Jack didn't hear it,
He was much too involved with his own Christmas spirit!
Jack finally looked down from his dark, starry frights
And saw the commotion, the noise, and the light.
"Why, they're celebrating, it looks like such fun!
They're thanking me for the good job that I've done."
But what he thought were fireworks meant as goodwill
Were bullets and missiles intended to kill.
Then amidst the barrage of artillery fire,
Jack urged Zero to go higher and higher.
And away they all flew like the storm of a thistle,
Until they were hit by a well guided missile.
And as they fell on the cemetery, way out of sight,
Was heard, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good
night."
Jack pulled himself up on a large stone cross,
And from there he reviewed his incredible loss.
"I thought I could be Santa, I had such belief"
Jack was confused and filled with great grief.
Not knowing where to turn, he looked toward the sky,
Then he slumped on the grave and he started to cry.
And as Zero and Jack lay crumpled on the ground,
They suddenly heard a familiar sound.
"My dear Jack," said Santa, "I applaud your intent.
I know wreaking such havoc was not what you meant.
And so you are sad and feeling quite blue,
But taking over Christmas was the wrong thing to do.
I hope you realize Halloween's the right place for you.
There's a lot more, Jack, that I'd like to say,
But now I must hurry, for it's almost Christmas day."
Then he jumped in his sleigh, and with a wink of an eye,
He said, "Merry Christmas," and he bid them good bye.
Back home, Jack was sad, but then, like a dream,
Santa brought Christmas to the land of Halloween.
www.timburtoncollective.com/nmbcpoem.html
Early on, The Nightmare Before Christmas planned to rely heavily on its poetic inspiration. As such, the Star Trek: The Next Generation star with the manly yet jaunty voice was called in to read poetry that was intended for the film's opening and closing narration. The lengthy monologues were eventually pared down to a few lines, and those were reassigned to the film's Santa, Edward Ivory. However, Stewart's version can be found in full on the film's soundtrack.
www.tor.com/blogs/2013/12/patrick-stewarts-monologues-on-the-nightmare-before-christmas-soundtrack-make-perfect-bookends-to-the-tale
Let it snow.
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Ξανά, Christmas in Ηeaven - Monty Python
Eric Idle performs his suitably festive track "F**k Christmas" as part of his special appearance at Brian Cox and Robin Ince's Christmas Compendium of Reason at The Hammersmith Apollo, London on Friday 19 December, 2014.
Ξανά, Christmas in Ηeaven - Monty Python
Eric Idle performs his suitably festive track "F**k Christmas" as part of his special appearance at Brian Cox and Robin Ince's Christmas Compendium of Reason at The Hammersmith Apollo, London on Friday 19 December, 2014.
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Μια που τ' άκουσα σήμερα από μια γιαγιά στην αγορά και χάρηκα που τα θυμούνται ακόμα εδώ, κάλαντα από τα βλαχοχώρια:
Καλήν ημέραν, άδοντες.
Μια που τ' άκουσα σήμερα από μια γιαγιά στην αγορά και χάρηκα που τα θυμούνται ακόμα εδώ, κάλαντα από τα βλαχοχώρια:
Καλήν ημέραν, άδοντες.