Ett särskilt minne [English translation]

I traveled land and kingdom

for many long years.

And the memories are slowly fading

of all I heard and saw.

A special memory still remains,

until the end of time is here;

It is the memory of the first time

you said that you loved me.

For a poet and troubadour

the lassies stand in line

And I probably let myself enjoy

many a fair maid.

But none of them gave me

a time so warm and close

as you, the very first time

you said that you loved me.

Soon night comes, soon peace comes

soon the forest and lake sleep.

I wait in my lonely cottage

for the first snow of winter

My memory is so clear and bright,

though the dark time is here;

because I think of the first time

you said that you loved me.