When I was young, I looked after the sheep,
Tirouli, Tiroula, Tirouli, Tiroulou.
Tirouli, Tiroula, Tirouli, roll, roll.
Was never alone To think of the mountains.
Tirouli...
But other shepherds talk to me.
Tirouli...
Sometimes a shepherd would charm us with his bag.
Tirouli ...
He made rounds on us, lovely rounds of love.
Tirouli ...
But here I am, old, always alone.
Tirouli. ..!

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