| 1st verse |
Un jour, sabateavi
Dintre d’un bouosc espès
E Jouanin rescountravi
Per la premièra fès. | | One day, I was dragging my feet
In the depths of a wood
And I met Johnny
For the first time. |
Chorus |
Jouanin embé lou siéu flahut,
Turulurulu,
Jamai, jamai es restat mut,
Turulurulu, turulurulu. | | Johnny with his small flute,
Turulurulu,
Never, never remained silent,
Turulurulu, turulurulu. |
2nd verse |
Sus lou flahut sounava
De tant belli cansoun !
Et pi me regarjava
Mé d’uès bèn pelandroun. | | On the little flute he was playing
So beautiful songs!
And besides he was looking at me
With so mischievous eyes. |
3rd verse |
Jouanin mi dì : « Fiheta,
Se la cansoun vous plas,
Aici soubre l’erbeta
Proch de ièu l’escoutas. » | | Johnny says me: “Young girl,
If the song suits you,
Here on the small grass
Close to me you listen it.” |
4th verse |
Touplèn mi countèntava,
Lou juec dòu bèu flahut.
E Jouanin n’en sounava
Ben mai que n’ai vourgut. | | It satisfied me very much,
The playing of the small flute.
And Johnny was playing
More than I wanted. |
5th verse |
Ai serat li parpella
Per poudé miès audi.
Dau ver, coum’èra bella
La cansoun que m’a dit ! | | I closed my eyelids
To be able to listen better.
Sure, how it was beautiful
The song he told me! |
6th verse |
A boufà Jouan s’esquissa,
Pi li boufan ensèn.
N’en vèn la boufahissa
E noun s’aude plus rèn. | | John was blowing himself hoarse,
Then we blow together.
Breathlessness comes
And it is heard nothing else. |
7th verse |
« De doun vèn ? » demandessi.
Lou li ai demandat.
Eu mi dì : « Lou saupessi !
L’ai despi que sièu nat ! » | | “Where is it coming from?” [If I did dare] I’d ask.
I asked it to him.
He says me: “If I could know!
I got it since I was born!” |
8th verse |
E mignoun touplèn l’èra,
Lou flahut de Jouanin.
M’encantava lou sèra
E parrié lou matin. | | And very cute it was,
The little flute of Johnny.
It delighted me in the evening
And the same in the morning. |
9th verse |
Jouanin per souveniènça
M’a largat un flahut
Bregahi de sapiènça,
Noun subla plus : es mut ! | | Johnny as a recollection
Bequeathed to me a small flute
[That] wasted its wisdom,
It no longer whistles: it is mute! |
