Translation of the song Skogsdotter artist Finntroll
Skogsdotter
Daughter Of The Forest
En gång jag foro som en modig ungersven
Once upon a time I traveled like a brave young swain
Jag vandrade skog, jag besökte bygd
I wandered in the forests, I visited the countryside
Då tog jag mitt bröd, stockar då fälldes
I ate my bread there, happened to choke on it
I djupaste skog, forslades till brukets eld
In the deepest forest, taken away to fires of the mill
Vi togo brännvin vid Bäckens ström
We took snaps near the brook's current
Av ruset vi sjungo, skröt om bragd och täljde fläsk
Of drunkenness we sang, bragged and boasted and carved meat
Natten kom i fullmånens sken
Night arrived in the full moon's shining
Ingen vind, inte rördes en gren
No wind, nothing moving the fields
Huldrans Gång
Huldran's stride
Eldens Sång
Song of fire
Då sutto jag vid elden ensam
There I sat slone by the fire
Huttrade i slutsommar nett
Shivering in the late summer night
En skugga blott jag såg nu nalkas
I suddenly saw a shadow closing on me
Bland furors kvist, runt björkars spiror
Among pine branches, around birches' sprouts
Huldrans Gång
Huldran's stride
Mot månen en skymt
A glimpse towards the moon
Eldens Sång
Song of fire
Silver mot blekvit by
Silver onto a snow-white village
Hennes bryn så mörkt
Her brows so dark
Med stripigt klängande hår
With spindly, creeping hair
Ett tredje öga som ormens blott
A third eye like a snake eye
Hennes anlete förgyllde
Her visage gilded
Hornkrönt hon smög
Horn-crowned she sneaked
Som en skugga av stjärnestoft
Like a shadow made of stardust
Hon mig smekt
She caressed me
Viskande, klösande nu red
Whispering, now tearing
Då jag vaknat ur min slumran
Then I woke from my slumber
Med brännmarkt skinn
With a branded skin
Ett minne blott vår vilda lek
Our wild game just a memory
Ur ett drömmars kväde
Out of a dreamer's ballad
Denna skogens dotter, såg jag aldrig mer
Never again I saw the forest's daughter
Ack, ingen min förkunnelse tro
Ah, no one believed my story
Men bland urträds skepnad evig
But among the eternal shapes of the ancient forest
En gamling han få sin sista ro
An old man is allowed his final rest
Natten kom i fullmånens sken
Night arrived in the full moon's shining
Ingen vind, inte rördes en gren
No wind, nothing moving the fields
Jag slumrade in, mossan mig tog
I fell to slumber, the moss took me
Hennes mark jag vandrat, sen jag dog
I wandered on her lands ever since I died