I want to be buried next to Makarios’s grave;
Up there in the hills where the breeze blows
I want to be visited by coach loads of tourists,
Who leave their messages like confetti on
trees and on bushes.
I want to be buried next to Makarios’s grave
Where the Cypriot soldiers stand to attention,
Where the views are spectacular, ancient and
I want to be buried up there .
I need to be buried close to Makarios,
Great man of the people, great man of
My destiny is probably to be burned up in
Not buried in the beautiful hills of Troodos.