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