Om Kvelden [English translation]

During the late evening when the sky is darkening and everything quiets down

I close the doors to the stables and the farm

And the sparrows gets ready to sleep in their tiny homes

Then you go to your quarters* as well, don't you?

But afterwards I don't know how to pass time

Because during the long nights I keep longing

I'm not in the right mind to sleep

The road darkens and the autumn comes sneaking

And the fog is getting denser on the fields

On the trails in the forest have many been lost

Oh the stars they rise strict as they are

But can't you come this evening, little dear

Send me a messenger and tell me when you will come again

I haven't seen you in so long

As you stand in front of the mirror and brush your hair

So dark and serious in your look

Your heart keeps beating, but why it beats

You don't really know yet

Because yet you have to let someone close to you

But over your chair is your (poor man clothing)**

Your skirt and your stockings and your shirt