Siffler Sur La Colline

Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh

I saw her near a laurel
She was watching over her white sheep
When I asked where
Her fresh skin came from, she told me

It's from rolling in the dew
That makes the shepherdesses pretty
But when I said that with her
I would like to roll there too
She told me

She told me to go whistle
Up on the hill
To wait for her with
A small bouquet of wild roses

I picked flowers
And whistled as much as I could
I waited, waited
She never came
Zai-zai-zai-zai, Zai-zai-zai-zai

At the village fair
One day I sighed to her
That I would like to be an apple
Hanging from an apple tree

And that every time she passes by
She would come and bite into me
But she passed by while
Showing me her pretty teeth
She told me

She told me to go whistle
Up on the hill
To wait for her with
A small bouquet of wild roses

I picked the flowers
And whistled as much as I could
I waited, waited
She never came
Zai-zai-zai-zai, Zai-zai-zai-zai

Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh

She told me to go whistle
Up on the hill
To wait for her with
A small bouquet of wild roses

I picked the flowers
And whistled as much as I could
I waited, waited
She never came
Zai-zai-zai-zai, Zai-zai-zai-zai
Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh