We are three sisters from Campegine We are the prettiest, let us through Every day, all day long is good for singing We are the merriest, let us through
Every Sunday we get ready for the feast Feast-time, let us through We dress up and put flowers in our hair Cherry-tree flowers, let us through
In the village streets everybody is greeting us Feast-time, let us through Every young man in the village is courting us We dance with them all, but will take no-one
In times of war our grandmother was a partisan Daughters of war, let us through In times of peace our grandmother went to the rice field Daughters of labour, let us throughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
