Beneath the Aegean’s tender skies,
Where olive groves and sunrays lie,
A princess blooms, with golden hue,
Her name is Malagousia, true.
Born of soil both rich and rare,
Breathing Greece in every air.
Her whispers tell of myths untold,
In every drop, her heart is bold.
Aromas dance like sweet perfume,
Of jasmine flowers in full bloom,
With peach and citrus, soft and bright,
She wraps the tongue in pure delight.
The hills she graces, proud and free,
Guard treasures of her legacy.
A sip reveals the summer’s glow,
The warmth of lands where heroes grow.
O Malagousia, radiant vine,
Your spirit flows in every wine.
A queen among the fields so fair,
A taste of Greece beyond compare.