Текст песни Бергтора - София

I was on earth pristine grass,
Mother my songs was hushed and cleaned brother.
It remains in the hands of my forces to be.
Supported my feet of drifts and darkness ...

Take you, frost, dying color
And my caress of my caress ...
I lived without a little much I am
And my desire is eternal peace ...

My dear far, in the richest from the village,
That near Kiev-city for a long time.
His heart enveloped long oblique
And the eyes of the bottomless mind of the captive ...

Domusina will be the hut of the forester.
I'm lying in the oven, I will not turn the oven ..
Take me soon the villain-longing,
Only B sisters yes, they continued to live ...

Pray you in the spring for me

Yes, better feed the oven horse.

I fall asleep ...