Nu Är De Synd Om De Döda [English translation]

Now what a pity about those who are dead

Who doesn't get to sit down in the time of spring

and bask in the sun

in the light and the lovely flower knoll

But maybe the dead did whisper

Then words to the primrose and viola

That no living could understand

The dead they know more than others

And maybe they would when the sun sets

Then, with happiness deeper than ours1

Amongst the shadows of the evening2 they still wander

In thoughts about the secret

that only the grave knows

Now what a pity about those who are dead

Who doesn't get to sit down in the time of spring

and bask in the sun

in the light and the lovely flower knoll

But maybe the dead did whisper

Then words to the primrose and viola

That no living could understand

The dead they know more than others

And maybe they would when the sun sets

Then, with happiness deeper than ours

Amongst the shadows of the evening, they still wander

In thoughts about the secret

that only the grave knows

Now what a pity about those who are dead

Who doesn't get to sit down in the time of spring

and bask in the sun

in the light and the lovely flower knoll

But maybe the dead did whisper

Then words to the primrose and viola

That no living could understand

The dead they know more than others

And maybe they would when the sun sets

Then, with happiness deeper than ours

Amongst the shadows of the evening, they still wander

In thoughts about the secret

that only the grave knows

1. could mean, deeper than ours, or deeper than spring. same word for spring and ours2. time between the sun sets and midnight. depending on the time of the year, the sun might never set, or it might set 22.30, more casually, usually after dinner that might be around 17.00-19.00