O’ Nadda, Nadda, Nadda.
Where roses are blooming on her cheek.
And if they refuse to give you to me,
I will tear down the high mountains.
Nadda was by the water spring.
And I asked her why she was not around.
She looked at me with those eyes.
And she wanted to talk to me and she did not want to.
Nadda went down to the garden.
And she was met and April appeared.
And I always keep troubled and awake.
O’ night stars take her away.
Yesterday with the sweet one I met.
This way and I do not know what I felt.
And when she invited me to her house
I can not calm my heart.
O’ grapevine that were excellent and sweet.
The days of sweet passion and myself.
Wondering who take care of you and me.
And return back to the way we were together, ha.
O’ bird that you guide me.
I make picnics with the sun.
Say sincere hello to the sweet.
If you were walking close to her.