It's a poem from 1896 by Gustav Fröding, that Mando Diao set to music. Below is my (poor) attempt at translation. I haven't tried to make it rhyme, I've cheated on some words and passages, and I'm sure it's kind of Swenglish in parts. There's nothing left of the musicality of the original poem, but hopefully you get some idea what it's about. There's a shimmer in the clouds And glitter on the lake There's light over beaches and lands And around me is the forest, gloriously green Behind the meadow's swaying grass And with summer, beauty and the harmony of the wind through the forest My home(land) greets me smilingly Greetings! but where is my father's farm? There's nothing now behind the row of maples It's empty, it's burned, it's ravaged and barren Were it used to be, the ground lies bare But above goes the memory in the wind And that memory is all that is left And it's me who saw a white gable And a wide-open window on it With the sound of piano and a cheerful piece Of music with a beautiful tune And it is as if it were my father's voice When he was still happy and young Before the song fell silent in his dying chest And his life became sorrow and hardship It's emtpy, it's burned, I want to lie down By the lake to hear him speak Of the old that passed as time went by Of the old in Alstern's valley And his sad and murmured reply he gives But weak, as if it was only a dream "It's thrown to the wind since twenty long years It's dead, buried and forgotten Where you remember beloved people and precious sights There is emptiness - deserted and bare And my eternal lullaby is all that is left Of the old, in Alstern's valley"

Joe Lupariello And you now det är swedish sammer och lognlyes

hawkcarlsten sorry my inglish

Per Martinsson - I'm just reading your translation- THANK YOU so much for doing this. What a gorgeous, touching lyric. Thanks again!