The winds sigh in the forests
The rapids surge in the rivers
The waves slowly rock
The waves slowly rock
Slowly rock towards Siljan's beach
The full moon glimmer between the skies
The light twinkle from the villages
The mountain crests are encircled
The mountain crests are encircled
It is encircled beautifully by northern light fires
Alone in the quiet starry nights
Far away on the high Mora plains
I herd my sheeps
I herd my sheeps
Herd and sing on my own