Vassara
A bracing breeze whistles down
In the valley of Sparta lays the town
The sun rises like a hot air balloon
Greece is boiling in late June
Red-tiled roofs staring at the sky
Olive trees scattered and especially dry
People finally start to come out
In the village that no one knows about
A true Garden of Eden in scenery
The countryside covered with greenery
The origin of families that are now across seas
Generations come back to relive memories
It gets real busy on a cool summer night
In the mountains you will see a small dim light
Children running through the street
All in the aroma of sizzling meat
