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 through
