(daughter Ghaliba)- Please, open the door, Daddy, my doo-dah Daddy my doo-dah
( father behind the door) -Clink together your bracelets if that’s you my daughter Ghaliba
(daughter Ghaliba)- I’m scared of the ogre of the forest, daddy my doo-dah
Daddy my doo-dah
( father, behind the door) -And I’m scared either, my daughter Ghaliba
Granddad wrapped in his burnous
Heats up by the fireplace
his son must earn his living
thinking about tomorrow
Daughter-in-law behind the weaving loom
pulls up the threads
Children around grandma listen to ancient tales
When the snow covers the doorsteps
and the slops boil in the pots
and the villagers dream of spring
while the moon and the stars are hiding
and that the oak logs in the fire replace the branches
All the household gathers
and listens to ancient tales
Please, open the door, Daddy, my doo-dah Daddy my doo-dah
Clink together your bracelets if that’s you my daughter Ghaliba
I’m scared of the ogre of the forest, daddy my doo-dah
Daddy my doo-dah
And I’m scared either, my daughter Ghaliba