I nåleskoven så prægtig og stor
In the pine forest so magnificent and grand
En liden elleskudt pige der bor
A small, elf-shot girl1 lives there
Af iskrystaller er hendes hår
Her hair is made of ice crystals
Men når mørket kalder isen slå skår
But when the darkness calls, the ice starts shattering
Little eyes following me now
Little eyes following me now
Little eyes following me now
Little eyes following me now
Han hører kaldet langt ude på fjeld
He hears the call far away on the mountain
Den væne fæstemø hun sang sig ihjel
The beautiful betrothed, she sang herself to death
Han løb mod skoven for at frelse sin brud
He ran towards the forest to save his bride
Men fra underverdenen slap hun aldrig ud
But she never got away from the underworld
Little eyes following me now
Little eyes following me now
Little eyes following me now
Little eyes following me now