My little one is like water
She is like running water
She runs like a stream
That children chase
Run, run fast if you can
Never, never will you catch up with her

When the pipes sing
When the running water dances
She leads the flocks to the land of olives
Come, come, my little goats, my lambs
In the laurel
Thyme and wild thyme

One day, under the reeds
My running water was sleeping
The boys from the hamlet came
To take her captive
Close, close your cage with a double key
Between your fingers
The running water will fly away

Like the little boats
Carried away by the running water
In her eyes the young men drift
Drift, drift
Tomorrow you will dock
The running water is not yet to be married

Yet a new morning at dawn, my running water
Will come to beat her trousseau
On the stones of the shore
Cry, cry, if I remain alone
The stream, has gone far away

The stream
Has gone far away

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