en gang jag foro som en modig ungersven
forslades till brukets eld
vi togo brannvin vid backens strom
skrot om bragd och taljde flask
natten kom i fullmanens sken
da sutto jag vid elden ensam
huttrade i slutsommar nett
en skugga blott jag sag nu nalkas
med stripigt klangande har
ett tredje oga som ormens blott
som en skugga av stjarnestoft
da jag vaknat ur min slumran
ett minne blott var vilda lek
ingen min forkunnelse tro
men bland urtrads skepnad evig
en gamling han fa sin sista ro
natten kom i fullmanens sken
once upon a time i traveled like a brave young swain
i wandered in the forests
i visited the countryside
taken away to fires of the mill
we took snaps near the brook's current
bragged and boasted and carved meat
night arrived in the full moon's shining
nothing moving the fields
there i sat slone by the fire
shivering in the late summer night
i suddenly saw a shadow closing on me
a glimpse towards the moon
silver onto a snow-white village
a third eye like a snake eye
like a shadow made of stardust
then i woke from my slumber
our wild game just a memory
out of a dreamer's ballad
never again i saw the forest's daughter
but among the eternal shapes of the ancient forest
an old man is allowed his final rest
night arrived in the full moon's shining
nothing moving the fields
i wandered on her lands ever since i died