Minë, atta, lapsi pólë vanta;
neldë, canta, úvanimo níruva;
I melmë laurëa níso mandossë
nútë ar sírë, ar ahya hyandanna.
(One, two, babies can walk;
three, four, an ogre will cry;
the golden love of a woman in a prison
goes down and flows, and changes into a blade)