Jeg hørte lyder fra gaten som går på oversiden av huset mitt.
Hva driver de med, tenkte jeg.
Tenk så var det en kjekk gatefeier som ryddet, han hakket vekk ugress og feide med seg alt.
"Må jo være fint til påske" sa han!

Dagens musikk link er en av mine favoritter, her med Dalaras, live fra Herodes Atticus i Athen,
- du vet det gamle amfiteateret som  ligger på høyere hånd når du går opp til Akropolis.
Jeg drømmer om å gå på konsert der, - helst med Dalaras, selvfølgelig! 
Her kommer link til sangen, og for de som er mer interessert, en link litt lenger ned som forteller om opprinnelsen til sangen.
Helt herlig, synes jeg!

I heard some noise from the street on the upside of my house.
What is going on?
It was a worker cleaning the street, he even took away some weeds.
"Has to look nice for Easter"
he said! Thanks!

Todays music link is one of my favorites, here with Dalaras, live from the Herodes Atticus in Athens, - you know the amphitheatre on the right hand side when walking up to Akropolis.
I dream of going there on a concert, - best with Dalaras, of course!
Here is a link to the song, and for those more interested, a link a bit further down telling how the song was made, - story told by the composers wife.
Just wonderful, I think!

MH MOU QUMWNEIS MATIA MOU
Mi mou thimonis matia mou

Ikke bli sint på meg min kjære
Don`t be angry with me my love
Dalaras Live at Herodes Atticus

Mi mou thimonis matia mou

The story of this beautiful song told by the composer's wife,
Emilia Kougioumtzi.
Edited and subtitled footage from the documentary series "Tragoudia pou egrapsan istoria" ("Songs that made history").

Music and lyrics by Stavros Kougioumtzis

Μη μου θυμώνεις μάτια μου, που φεύγω για τα ξένα Πουλί θα γίνω και θα ’ρθω πάλι κοντά σε σένα   Άνοιξ’ το παραθύρι σου ξανθέ βασιλικέ μου και με γλυκό χαμόγελό  μια κα--ληνύχτα πες μου   Μη μου θυμώνεις μάτια μου, τώρα που θα σ’ αφήσω Κι έλα για λίγο να σε δω, να σ’ αποχαιρετήσω   Άνοιξ’ το παραθύρι σου ξανθέ βασιλικέ μου και με γλυκό χαμόγελό μια καληνύχτα πες μου

Don't be angry with me, apple of my eyes, for leaving abroad. I'll become a bird and come back to you. Open your window, my blonde basil, and wish me goodnight with a sweet smile on your face. Don't be angry with me, apple of my eyes, now that I'll go away from you. Come out for a moment to see you and tell you goodbye. Open your window, my blonde basil, and wish me goodnight with a sweet smile on your face.

Find Greek lyrics on Kithara.vu