kahista

Kuuletteko, miten hame kahisee?

Hear how her skirt rustles?

Minulla on punainen ilmava hame, joka kahisee kun sitä koskettaa - ja muuta miehiä kiihottavaa.

It goes without saying, that there is no hatchet, of course. I wear a red skirt made of satin, that rustles with every touch.

Tafti kahisee eri tavalla kuin mikään muu kangas.

Taffeta has a voice of its own. It rustles, like no other material.

Kun lehdet kahisivat se oli kuin henget kuiskuttelisivat huolistaan.

When the leaves rustled overhead it was like the spirits were whispering about all the little things that bothered them.