Efoumérnam’ éna vrádyargilé, spacháni, mávridíchos na’ choume stin pórtatsiliadórous ópos próta.
Ki érchontai dýo politsmánoide mas vrískoune ntoumáni.Zoúla óloi oi argilédesfylachteít’ apó tous tzédes.
Geia sou politsmán, levéntiki ás’ ton argilé na kaíeina foumárei to tourkákipou `nai fíno dervisáki.
Mávro férnei apó ti Smýrnikai kalámi ap’ t’ Aïdínikai chará ston pou tin pínei.
One night we were smoking,Hookah, grass from Persia and hashishWe didn't have a lookout by the door,Like in the past
And along came two police officersThey didn't find us in thick smokeWe hid all the hookahsYou should beware of the wise guys
Hello my my brave police officerAnd let the hookah keep burningSo the Turkish guy can smoke,He's a really great guy
He brings hashish from SmyrnaAnd reeds from AydinAnd it brings joy to the one that smokes it