En Älskare Reser Norrut

If the weather gets any worse, I’ll spend the night in Skellefteå.

I can get snökedjor fitted in Umeå.

If a gloso with blazing eyes came out of the skog, 

And even if its borste were razor-sharp,

And if it chased me all the way to Gällivare,

It wouldn’t prevent me from returning to Gnarp.

When Hannes and Gunilla spent the summer in Harnosand,

They went fishing one day on Sundsvall Fjord.

A nordanvinden came down the Bottniska Viken,

And the lovers were both pitched overboard.

Iskristaller are the frozen tears of sjövættir;

The coast-road out of Ornsköldsvik is thick with spökyttare;

The dimma off the mörk havsvik bears drauge att skrömta—

Hannes and Gunilla are kärleksfulla strandvaskare.

If the weather gets any worse, I’ll spend the night in Skellefteå.
I can get snökedjor fitted in Umeå.