Vildmarkens Förtrollande Stämmor

Along the swift cold streams' rapids and falls
The storm's sweeping veil in reverent tone
The glacier's melting flood filters life from ice crystal
With a spirit filled with storm on the spring journey towards the mountain

With a longing for freedom and fighting by the scenting rocks
Like a noble falcon scared into flight
The sun now transforms the surface into an adorned lid
Soon the beauty that was once insane will return

The symphony of the brooks
The enchanted voices of the wilderness

In all the realms of nature, floats a musician-like sound wave
A subdued noise stemming from the twilight's play
A thousand-year-old cycle, a power that has not yet faltered
Where the core sound fir forest is nourished by the marsh's stream

With a longing for freedom and fighting by the scenting rocks
Like a noble falcon scared into flight
The sun now transforms the surface into an adorned lid
Soon the beauty that was once insane will return

The glistening rapids bubbling free
Listen! The water organ's enchanting melody

With a longing for freedom and fighting by the scenting rocks
Like a noble falcon scared into flight
The sun now transforms the surface into an adorned lid
Soon the beauty that was once insane will return