Årstider [English translation]
Årstider [English translation]
The sweet summer is here now
With lust and great beauty
And brown legs and thin shoes
And the chickadee that lives in the birdhouse
And the smell of bird cherry and kask
And a can filled with worms
And the sun has almost not begun to set
Before it starts to rise again
And there is no activity in the factory
On the highest peak of the chimney
The wagtail has built its nest
Everything breathes from peace and serenity
And the head of our factory
Is doing great
He took the cash with him
And ran, like they do
From a heavy tax
And it is now rumoured
That he is playing catch with the taxman
Then the sweet autumn is here
That we've been waiting for
With yellow leaves and ripe berries
And apple trees with apples
And cold nights and windy days
And little social security
That you can stay floating with
So why complain then?
And our chief engineer
Is doing great
He got cash from the state
To keep going
As happy as before
Somewhere south
He keeps going non-stop
Then the sweet winter is here
That we've been waiting for
On the winter's hard and frozen ground
We travel on an old kicksled
At first on the road to the employment office
And then back home again
With the same rejection as before
And then the winter ends
But the accountant at the factory
We'll hardly see again
Because he got what the law
Gives to criminals
For about a year he will be
Inside a grey and dull house
Because of the numbers he believed in
Then the sweet spring comes
That we've been waiting for
When the brook ripples, happy and flowing
And the lark chirps its songs
And the ground sprouts and the buds starts to form
Around my idle body
And tree sap rises upwards
Which will become the summer
And now odd is meant to be even
It's been decided by the local authority
Because the factory, that has
Spoiled the view
And where labour and hard work
Smells from blood, sweat and dirt
I removed with a portion of dynamite
Then the sweet summer is here
With lust and great beauty
And brown legs and thin shoes
And the chickadee that lives in the birdhouse
And kask and accordion songs
And a hornet's nest and a motor boat
And cold ice cream from the milk factory
And dancing outside and an outhouse
And the thump from a fishing boat
And juice in tetras
And you're vacant and free
And you don't give a damn
Because soon it won't matter how things turn out
- Artist:Allan Edwall