Heimer, Heimer, build a beautiful harp, where Aslaug shall live
By Norway's coast in the evening's sun, Grima and Harke stood alone
They were poor and without fortune, they see the golden harp alone
Never a fairer child they saw, her beauty they covered with tar
They gave her the name Kraka, she were to be a slave on the farm
Long, long, is the way for Aslaug
Long waits happiness for Kraka
Long, long, is the way for Aslaug
Long waits happiness for Kraka
(Heimer, Heimer!)
Western windbird
Singing woman dances in the shadow of the flame
The golden harp sings now
Longing
Forge my hearts jewelery
Hears the ship before the sun rises
Dare you, Kraka, to come to me, neither naked or clothed?
Neither full nor fasting, not alone, but not with any man?
She threw her long hair out, braided in with nets
The onions bite did not satiate her, a raven was her follower
Long, long, is the way for Aslaug
Long waits happiness for Kraka
Long, long, is the way for Aslaug
Long waits happiness for Kraka