Vaggvisa

Far fram genom skog och dalars hem
Fryser ben och märg
Krossar drömmar, rövar dem.

Sov nu, lilla vännen min
Dröm ett litet sinnes drömmar
Vid elden stillhet råder
Här ditt folk vakar över dig.

Men i forna seders mull gror livets frö igen.

Hör nu vargen yla, kallar på sin sort
Inget svar i vinden ges
Hans släkte nu fördrivits bort.

Livets tråd nu tvinnas
Må din väv bli seg och stark
Ty hårda tider stundar
Livets rötter kämpar i frusen mark.

Men i forna seders mull gror livets frö igen.

[lullaby]

An ice cold wind blows through forests and home of valleys freezes bone and marrow crushes dreams, robs them
Sleep now, my little friend dream the dreams of a small mind it is quiet by the fire your people watch over you.

But in the soil of old customs the seed of life grows again
Now hear the wolf howl calling its kind there is no answer in the wind his kin now driven away
The thread of life is twined may your weave be tough and strong for hard times await the roots of life struggle in frozen ground
But in the soil of old customs the seed of life grows again.