Lyrics

In the Greek countryside, there is still prevalent the old notion that on the third night following the birth of a child, she or he is visited by the Moirai, the three fates, who will decide future fortunes and misfortunes and the length of a child’s life.
“Now, then, sleep, my child . . . I’ll give you the city of Alexandria in sugar, all of Cairo in rice, and Constantinople, and there you shall reign for three years.”