Nacht des Nordens [English translation]

Take me away, you wise traveler

Away to the land of which I dream

Silvery shimmer there the mountains

And golden gleam the trees

Fly with your lithe sleigh

Fly over the fields of silver

Through the bright northern night

Through the white birch forests

Let us meet there

Roam between the day and the dew

Let us find troves of red berries

There in the first light of dawn

Let us seek trails and tracks

There in the heather

Learn songs from the wolves

And from the wind in the aspen-leaves

Let us find magical herbs

And by the wild creek under willows

Carve our wishes, our dreams

Into the slender beech staves

Let us meet there

Roam between the day and the dew

Let us find troves of red berries

There in the first light of dawn

Roam between the day and the dew

Roam between the day and the dew

Let us meet there

Roam between the day and the dew

Let us find troves of red berries

There in the morning...

Let us meet there

Roam between the day and the dew

Let us find troves of red berries

There in the first light of dawn