The Northern Star will bring Clear skies of cristalline But as the sails emerge from far upon the sea I’ll be a wave and a spark And I’ll embrace you, foreign land And you, my precious lost and distant homeland You’ll be a caress, and a wound- blunt When day will dawn on a new land
Now I am flying to my life’s vivid fair Now I am flying to my lifetime’s feast
Old moons, old moons of mine, New birds, new birds of mine Expell the sun, expell the dawn from mountain heights And you will see me passing through Like a lightning in the skies
Miltiadis Sarigiannidis, Surgeon, Greece
My translation follows the original’s rhymes and syllables, so that it can be be sung in English without any further modifications.