L'abella [English translation]

It flies about,

Buzzing around,

With a noisy flight.

It flies about,

Grumbling

Amidst the colourful flowers.

The bee,

The first one,

Every day

It always expects

To work with all of her might

With sweet teardrops

Dripping down its body.

It flies about,

Buzzing around,

With a noisy flight

And the blossoms,

As soon as they feel it near,

Open up with a thousand colours...

[Instrumental]

It flies about,

Buzzing around,

With a noisy flight

And the blossoms,

As soon as they feel it near,

Open up with a thousand colours...