My girlfriend is like water
She's like the running water
She runs like a stream
That children follow
Run, run,
Quick as you can
Never, never
You'll never catch up to her
When the pipes sing
When the running water dances
She leads the flocks
To the land of olives
Come, come,
My kids, my lambs
In the laurel,
The thyme and the wild thyme
One day, when beneath the reeds,
My running water was sleeping
The men from the village came
To take her captive
Close, close,
Your double-locked cage
Between your fingers
The running water will fly
Like small boats
Carried by the running water
In her eyes, the youths
Were set adrift
Sail, sail
Tomorrow you'll drop anchor
The running water
Is not yet to marry
And yet, one new morning
At dawn, my running water
Will come to beat her trousseau
Against the pebbles of the shore
Cry, cry
If I remain forlorn
The rivulet
Has gone offshore