Intro – 0:00–0:30] Under Pendeli mountain, where the lemon trees would grow, we built a little life there, in the village dust and gold. The sun would kiss the rooftops, the olives bent with grace, and every stone around us held a memory of that place. [Verse 1 – 0:30–1:15] We came there with our children, Greek sunlight on their skin, learning village rhythms, letting that old world in. Oranges in the garden, figs beneath the sky, pomegranates splitting open, as the warm years drifted by. We learned from Greek traditions, from neighbours, land, and rain, how to grow from simple soil, how to laugh through work and pain. [Pre-Chorus – 1:15–1:45] And the mountain watched us quietly, through fire, flood, and stone, we were far from where I started, but somehow we were home. The children grew like wildflowers, with dust upon their feet, and every evening smelled of herbs, of earth, and summer heat. [Chorus – 1:45–2:25] Under Pendeli mountain, we learned how roots survive, with children born of sunshine, and storms that made us rise. The earth may shake beneath us, the fire may kiss the door, but love held up the walls there, and we grew stronger than before. Under Pendeli mountain, our garden held our name, through broken glass and burning skies, through mud, through fear, through flame. [Verse 2 – 2:25–3:10] Then the earthquake came like thunder, glass broke across the floor, the garden lines were twisted, the earth looked strange once more. The borders bent and shifted, like the ground had learned to cry, and we stood there in the silence, with our hearts held to the sky. Nothing looked the same then, but still the roots held tight, and we gathered up the pieces in the trembling morning light. [Pre-Chorus 2 – 3:10–3:35] And the mountain watched us quietly, as if it knew our names, it had seen a thousand families rise from dust and flames. So we held our children closer, and we whispered, “We are here,” while the garden stood around us, bruised but still sincere. [Chorus – 3:35–4:15] Under Pendeli mountain, we learned how roots survive, with children born of sunshine, and storms that made us rise. The earth may shake beneath us, the fire may kiss the door, but love held up the walls there, and we grew stronger than before. Under Pendeli mountain, our garden held our name, through broken glass and burning skies, through mud, through fear, through flame. [Bridge – 4:15–5:00] Then the mountain burned red, smoke covered up the day, we ran with fear behind us, then the wind changed its way. Like heaven turned the fire, like mercy moved the flame, our house was left still standing, but we were never quite the same. Then winter rain came falling, where the burned trees used to be, mud rolled down like rivers, and trapped us by the sea. For three long days we dug there, through silence, rain, and clay, blocked in by the mountain, but morning found its way. [Final Chorus – 5:00–5:25] Under Pendeli mountain, we learned how roots survive, with children born of sunshine, and storms that made us rise. The earth may shake beneath us, the fire may kiss the door, but love held up the walls there, and we grew stronger than before. [Outro – 5:25–5:30] Under Pendeli mountain, our garden still remains. In every child we raised there, through fire, flood, and rain.
