Ayaya, beautiful is the great world when summer is coming at last! Ayaya, beautiful is the great world when the caribou begin to come! Ayaya, when the little brooks roar in our country. Ayaya, I feel sorry for the gulls, for they cannot speak, Ayaya, I feel sorry for the ravens, for they cannot speak. Ayaya, if I cannot catch birds I quickly get plenty of fish. Ayaya!