Never On Sunday Lyrics - Singles - Melina Mercouri

From my window, I send off 

one, two and three and four kisses 

that reach the harbor 

(as though) one and two and three and four birds 

How I wished I had 

one and two and three and four children 

once they would all grow up 

would become "dashing" lads, for Piraeus's sake 

No matter how I search, I cannot find another harbor 

to make me crazy over it, as much as the Piraeus 

where, as soon as night falls, (it) pours out "songs" for me 

and its "pen-sketches" changes, gets filled up with children 

As soon as I walk out my door 

there's no one I would not "love" 

and as I go to sleep at night 

I know that, I know that I will be dreaming of him