By the roar of the bus we traveled From the village of himlaya to the village of tannurin And i remembered you, alia And remembered your eyes And god forgive you, alia What beautiful eyes you have. On our way to the mountains from the heat we almost died Some ate lettuce others munched on figs One had his wife with him, and god How ugly his wife was Lucky are the passengers on their way To tannurin They take everything in stride But they don't know, alia What beautiful eyes you have. Way up we went and we hadn't even Paid our fare Sometimes we calmed down the rattling door Sometimes we calmed the passengers The guy found out his wife was getting dizzy I wouldn't put it past him To let her go up alone And if you could only see your eyes, alia How beautiful they are, your eyes Driver if you'd just close that window The air, o driver The air will make us catch cold The air o driver.