Song for the Unification of Europe

Ean tais glosais toon antropoon lalo
kai toon angeloon,
agapen de me echo,
gegona chalcos echoon e kumbalon alaladzon.

Kai ean echo profeteian,
kai eido ta mysteria panta,
pistin ore metistanai,
agapen de me echo, outen eimi

He agape makrotumai, chresteuetai
he agape ou dzelloi, erpereuetai, ou fysioutai.

panta stegei, panta pisteuei, panta elpizei, panta upomenei.

He agape oudepotte piptei
eite de profeteiai, katargetezontai,
eite glosai, pausontai,
eite gnossis katargetesetai

Nuni de menei, pistis, elpis, agape,
ta tria tauta, meidzoon de toutoon, he agape.



If with the tongues of men I speak,
and of angels,
Love I do not have,
I have become a gong resounding or cymbal clanging.

And if I have the gift of prophecy,
and know mysteries all,
faith mountains move,
Love I do not have, nothing I am.

Love is generous, virtuous,
Love does not envy, boast, not proud is.

All she protects, all she trusts, all she hopes, all she perseveres.

Love never she fails. Be it prophecies, they will cease,
Be it tongues, they will be stilled, be it knowledge it will cease.

So remain, Faith, Hope and Love, these three. But the greatest of these is Love