Vava Inouva

Please, Father Inouba, open the door for me
Oh, Ghriba girl, let your bracelets jingle
I fear the ogre of the forest, Father Inouba
Oh, Ghriba girl, I fear him too.
The old man wrapped in his cloak
Sits aside, warming himself
His son, worried about making a living
Goes over the days to come
The daughter-in-law behind the loom
Keeps tightening the threads
The kids around the old lady
Learn about the things of the past.
Please, Father Inouba, open the door for me
Oh, Ghriba girl, let your bracelets jingle
I fear the ogre of the forest, Father Inouba
Oh, Ghriba girl, I fear him too.
The snow has piled up against the door
The "ihlulen" bubbles in the pot
The tajmaât already dreams of spring
The moon and stars remain locked away
The oak log replaces the trellis
The family gathered
Lends an ear to the tale.
Please, Father Inouba, open the door for me
Oh, Ghriba girl, let your bracelets jingle
I fear the ogre of the forest, Father Inouba
Oh, Ghriba girl, I fear him too.