The grass is green, and on it a maiden is sleeping.
Ay, white nona,
The wind has blown, lifted her dress up.
Ay, white nona.
The little dress has swoolen,
And from it a little foot is looking out. (x2)
Ay, white nona.
The water took you away.
...
The water took you away,
Ay, white nona.
The water took you away,
And brought her to me, brought her to me.
The grass is green, and on it a maiden is sleeping.
Ay, white nona,
The wind has blown,
Lifted her dress up.
Ay, white nona.