Årstider [English translation]

Now the lovely summer is here

with lust and beauty great

And brown legs and thin shoes

And the tit that in the birdhouse lives

And smell of bird cherry and karsk

And the can full of worms

And barely has the sun gone down

and it starts going up

And the factory is stopped

At the highest peak of the chimney pot,

the wagtail has built its nest

Everything seems calm and peaceful

And our factory manager

is doing brilliantly

He took the cash with him

and ran as they do,

from a burdensome tax

And now it is rumoured that

he is playing catch with the tax collector

Then the lovely autumn is here

that we have been waiting for

With yellow leaves and ripe berries

And apple trees with apples on them

And cool night and windy day

And some welfare benefits

that you can get by on

So why complain then?

And our chief engineer

is doing brilliantly

He got cash from the government

to continue with

As happily as before,

somewhere south,

he goes on day in and out

Then the lovely winter is here

that we have been waiting for

On wintry hard and frozen ground,

we travel on an old kicksled

First the way to the employment office

and then back home again,

with the same rejection as before

And then, the winter ends

But the factory accountant,

we will hardly see again

Because he got what the law

gives to criminals

For some year, he will walk

in a building ugly and gray

for the figures that he believed in

Then the lovely time of spring comes

that we have been waiting for

When the stream is rippling happy and quick

And the lark does its whistles

And the ground is germinating and sprouting

around my unemployed body

And up rises the sap of the trees

that summer is made of

And now, odd will get even

The municipality has decided so

Because the factory that the view

for long has obscured,

and where effort and toil

smells like blood, sweat and filth,

is removed with a doze of dynamite

Then the lovely summer is here

with lust and beauty great

And brown legs and thin shoes

And the tit that in the birdhouse lives

And karsk and accordion tune

And wasp nests and motor boat

And the milk central's cold ice cream

And outdoor dancing and outhouse

And the pounding from a fishing boat

And juice in carton box

And you are unoccupied and free

And you don't give a shit about it

Because soon it does not matter how it will be