Vid morgonstund jag skdade p bergets rygg
En fra rd som hjrteblod
Djupt jag sg den falla
In i dunklet av bergets rot
Vid solnedgng jag skdade p bergets rygg
Nu som lgor de dansa
I sommarnatten, barnen av hllens stam
In mot dunklet av bergets rot
Modigt jag klngde vid frans gap
Snart snktes jag mot mrkrets skte
Fornfders sng i djupet lt
I minnet fann jag d
En sng jag aldrig sjungit frr
Frn mina lppar, frn mina bringa den eka
Den sng jag aldrig sjungit frr
Vid morgonstund jag skdade i grottans valv
En skymt av vinterns vita ljus
D steg jag med hast
Ur dunklet av bergets rot
Vid solnedgng jag skdade p marken kall
Snns och isens tcke
D blott en stund jag sjungit
Med folket av bergets rot
English :
Under The Mountains Roots
In the early morning I beheld on the mountain ridge
A furrow, red as heart blood
I saw it descend deep
Into the darkness of the mountains roots
In time of sundown I beheld on the mountain
Now like flames they dance
In the summer night, children of tribe of the rocks
Into the darkness of the mountains roots
Bravely I clinged onto the furrows abyss
Soon I fell into the home of darkness
The song of ancient fathers was heard there
From memories I found then
A song I had never sang before
From my lips, from my chest an echo
The song I had never sang before
In the early morning I beheld on the caves ceiling
A glimpse of winters white shining
Then I stepped with haste
From the darkness of the mountains roots
In time of sundown I witnessed on the cold land
A cover of snow and ice
There I sang for a mere moment
With the people of the mountains roots
