Swedish traditional song. Here is an English translation:
When the moon wanders on the blue mount
and looks in through the window,
then I sometimes think like so
and slowly strum the lute:
How happy you are, you clear moon
that gets to travel so high above the Earth
and only look on
And only look on
Surely you see folly without speaking
One can probably believe so
Both lovers who are lost in torment
and lovers who are having fun
Surely you see the tear running from the eye
but the sorrow never makes it up to you
It is too high
It is too high
The spectacle tires you shortly
One can not blame you for that
Then you just simply go away
One also gets tired of shining
Then you are away for a few days
and come again when you please
and look at us
And look at us
Oh dear moon, take me to you
from this world so cramped
It seems like no one would miss me here
For here there are so many of those
I long for you up in the heights
There, my tired eye will one day
not cry more
Not cry more
And when I no longer shall dwell here
and the green hill hides me,
you will look at the grave just as mildly
even though everyone else forgets it
Then my spirit as it gets to travel
to the star lands will so freely declare
my love to you
My love to you
Swedish lyrics by Christina Lagerlöf
