Chorus of youths
Ho-ya lal-ya ho-ya!
We peacocks fly here from afar, 
ho-ya lal-ya, ho-ya, 
over hills, woods, and lakes we soar,
ho-ya lal-ya ho-ya.
Here the dew is on the meadow, 
ho-ya lal-ya ho-ya, 
here our wings we’ll be resting now, 
ho-ya lal-ya ho-ya!

Chorus of maidens
Ho-ya lal-ya ho-ya!
We swans in blue skies are rowing,
ho-ya lal-ya ho-ya,
with the white clouds we are floating,
ho-ya lal-ya ho-ya,
below us meadows, all in bloom!
Ho-ya lal-ya ho-ya, 
there our wings we will all rest some, 
ho-ya lal-ya ho-ya!

One youth
See those swans that wander
in the green oak grove yonder?
Their wings sparkle brighter
than driven snow!

One maiden
See those peacocks that rove
in the humming grove?
See, the swans, see the swans, 
their wings sparkling, so fine,
in the bright sunshine!

One youth
Each of those swans that rove
yon in the green oak grove 
is wearing a crown, 
let’s catch them, let’s catch them, 
after them, after them, 
ho-ya lal-ya ho-ya!