Sleep Nada, sleep 

I m about to strangle a pigeon

Don't worry pigeon, I won't do it

I'm telling her stories so that she falls asleep

 

Tichitchi , tichitchi 

The apricots under the apricot tree

Everytime the wind is rising

I'll pick an apricot for Nada 

 

He , he , helina 

I would like borrowing your basin

To wash Nada's clothes 

And spread them on jasmine

 

He , he , tichnela 

We took silver earrings for her

at the jeweller

 

He, he my little one

O stars in the sky, 

All the rising stars

Wish tenderness to Nada

 

Nada, Nada hindaa

Your hair is black and all pretty

The one who loves you kisses you

and whoever doesn't loses you

 

He, he my little one

You are the light of my eyes

All the rising stars

Chirp tenderness to Nada