Bíum bíum bambaló
Bambaló og dillidillidó
My little friend I lull to rest
But outside, a face looms at the window
When the mighty mountains
fill your chest with burning desire,
I will play the langspil
and soothe your mind
Bíum bíum bambaló
Bambaló og dillidillidó
My little friend I lull to rest
But outside, a face looms at the window
When the cruel storms rage
and the dark blizzard crouches above,
I shall light five candles
and drive away the winter/twilight shadows