[Musik: Vintersorg, Lyrics: Oscar Fredrik]
Hr i vrens och naturen skte
Dit jag flytt frn stadens kvalm och tvng
Hr jag stmt med dig, min lyra, mte
Hr du ter klinga m, min sng!
Flora blomsterprydda spiran strcker
ver bladls skog och naken mark
Strax, vad liv hon med sin trollstav vcker
Vad frvandling i den vida park
Sippor mysa p den mattan grna
Dr nyss drivan fllt sin sista tr
Trdens kronor, svllande och skna
Sl fr vrvind ut sitt fagra hr
Blgd klla ner i dalen leker
Mellan blomstren i sin hgtidsdrkt
Bljan solbeglnsta stranden smeker
Rrd av vstanvindens ljumma flkt
Och med nyvckt krlek p sin tunga
Hr jag sngfgeln, fri och njd
n frn toppens spda kvistar sjunga
n sig svinga upp i himmelshjd
I er famn, som mig nyss ppnat blivit
Jag och stmma vill mitt hjrtas lov
Fr det skna som naturen givit
Bli en bard vid hennes rika hov!
[English translation:]
In The Countryside
Here in spring's and nature's bosom
Where I fled from the city's suffocation and compulsion
Here I have arranged with you, my lyre, a meeting
Here may you again resound, my song!
Flora stretches the flower-adorned spire
Over leafless forest and naked land
Soon, what life she wakens with her magic staff
What transformation in the wast park
The anemones beam on the green carpet
Where the drift has just shed its last tear
The trees' crowns, swelling and beautiful
Flop out their fair hair for spring wind
Blue-eyed spring plays down in the dale
Between flowers in its festival attire
The waves caress the sunshone shore
Touched by the west wind's tepid breeze
And with newly awoken love on its tounge
I hear the the songbird, free and happy
Now sing from the top's slender twigs
Now swing up in high sky
In your embrace, which just has became open for me
And I want to voice my heart's praise
For the beauty that nature has given
Become a bard at her rich court!
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