Where the sun hotly kisses the earth,
Where the day is still alive at night,
Where one forgets the rest of the world,
There lives Kefala.
Where a man feels himself takes fifteen wives,
Where the women do what he orders,
Where the sky glows like sparklers at night,
There lives Kefala.
Oh Kefala, oh Kefala
Oh Kefala,
Kefala from Watuma.
Where the rhythm penetrates like a rush,
Where the sweat from the dance creates an erotic make-up,
Where it flashes on the skin like pearls,
That's where Kefala lives.
Where the ecstasy sticks to the body,
Where it burns and trembles in the soul,
Where you dive away and have yourself again,
There lives Kefala.
Oh Kefala, oh Kefala
Oh Kefala,
Kefala from Watuma.