Aya! Ayaya, it is beautiful, beautiful it is out-doors when the summer comes at last. Ayaya, ayaya, aya! Ayaya, it is beautiful, beautiful it is out-doors when the reindeer begin to come, Ayaya, ayaya, aya! Ayaya, when the roaring river rushes from the hills in summer. Ayaya, ayaya, aya! Ayaya, there is no reason for me to be mournful when the gulls cease crying. Ayaya, ayaya, aya! Ayaya, plenty of meat I shall have and plenty codfish. Ayaya, ayaya, aya! Ayaya, it is beautiful, beautiful it is out-doors when the summer comes at last. Ayaya, ayaya, aya! |