Sjösalavals [English translation]

Rönnerdahl is frolicking about

With a laugh from his bed

The sun is high over Orrberget

The southern wind is roaring

Rönnerdahl is waltzing

Over the meadow of Sjösala

Hear my lovely tune

Come, sing my chorus

The tern has given birth

And is diving in my bay

From all the green groves

The music of the finches can be heard

And look at all the flowers

Already budding on the meadow

Cowslip, saxifrage

catsfoot and blue viola

Rönnerdahl whirling around

His shaggy legs

Under the white shirt

That is waving over the calves

As happy as a lark

In the light of the May sun

He sings to the squirrel

That is swinging on a branch

Squirrel, squirrel, squirrel

Rönnedahl is dancing now

Coo-coo! And the cuckoo is calling

From his green valley

And look at all the flowers

Already budding on the meadow

Cowslip, saxifrage

catsfoot and blue viola

Rönnerdahl is making

A crown out of flowers

Binding it around his hair

The grey and ragged hair

Waltzing into the cottage

With the guitar at the ready

Waking up his wife and the kids

With trill and cadence

The kids are shouting: Look!

Dad is a bride

With a wreath of flowers in his hair

And with the nightshirt as a garb

And look at all the flowers

Already budding on the meadow

Cowslip, saxifrage

catsfoot and blue viola

Rönnerdahl is old

But he waltzes anyway

Rönnerdahl has got sorrows

And not that much money

He rarely gets to rest

He has to labor like two people

No one can understand

How he manages

No one, except the tern

In the bay - the one that dived

And the squirrel and the finch

And the first cuckoo of the spring

And the flowers, they're in bloom

Already budding on the meadow

Cowslip, saxifrage

catsfoot and blue viola