Mother, your children are like birds,
Their wings have fluttered into the distance.
Mother, to the bright and native chamber,
Soon we shall return once more.
CALL GIRLS, ΒΙΖΙΤΕΣ, ΙΕΡΟΔΟΥΛΕΣ ΑΘΗΝΑ
CALL GIRLS, ΒΙΖΙΤΕΣ, ΙΕΡΟΔΟΥΛΕΣ ΑΘΗΝΑ
Mother, your children are like birds,
Their wings have fluttered into the distance.
Mother, to the bright and native chamber,
Soon we shall return once more.