Translation of the song Spillemandens Dåse artist Svartsot

En vår morgen, da solen stod højt,

One spring morning, when the sun was high,

Til byen en spillemand kom,

To the town a fiddler came,

Han sat' sig og kigged' omkring,

He sat down and looked around,

Og nu da skaren kom nærmere, begynt' han at spill'.

And now that the crowd was getting closer, he started to play.

Byens godtfolk, de dansed' og lo,

The townspeople, they danced and laughed,

Som fortryllet af musikkens klang,

As if enchanted by the sound of the music,

Men en karl, han spejded' en æske,

But a guy, he scouted a box,

En sølvdåse, som spillemanden, han prøved' at skul'.

A silver box, which the player, he tried to hide.

Spelmand, spelmand, spelmand, si' vos, wa' do har i æ dås,

Fiddler, fiddler, fiddler, tell us, what you have in the box,

Spelmand, spelmand, spelmand, vis no, wa' der æ i æ dås.

Fiddler, fiddler, fiddler, do show us, what is in the box.

Trods hans klager, rives dåsen fra hans hænder,

Despite his complaints, the box is torn from his hands,

Da låget løftes blev himlen så sort som den mørkest' nat,

As the lid is lifted, the sky became as black as the darkest night,

De meldt' aldrig, hvad de så, ikke en sjæl undslap.

They never reported what they saw, not a soul escaped.

Den aften da solen gik ned,

That night when the sun went down,

Lå byen så underligt stil'

The city lay so strangely quiet

Den fremmede, han var Fanden selv,

The stranger, he was the Devil himself,

Og nu, da mørket frembrød, så begyndt' han at spil'

And now, as darkness arose, he started to play

Spillemandens dåse.

The player's box.

Spillemandens dåse.

The player's box.