Ulver

Hun vaagner paa Skyggefulde Stier
I Skogens dybe grønne Kammer
Da hvidsker een Stemme paanye
Bag rankedæckede Stammer

Stemmen:
"Kom, om du vil! Kom i Mørcket!
Mit sorte Øie skald vinde dig!
Mit bløde Haar skald binde dig!"
(Saa dragende, sugende Ord...)

Pigen:
"O søde Røst, hvi væcker du
Min hemmelige Smerte nu
I disse stille Lunde?"

Stemmen:
"Tøs, hvad venter du her at vinde?
Følg mig i Dalen need...
Hvorledes kand du faae aff Minde
Voor Lycke, voor Hiemmefred?"

Pigen:
"Eg forstaar ikkje - eg er saa rar...
...Si maa eg - maa eg?"


English Translation:

She wakes on shadowed trails
In the forest�s deep green chambers
Then a voice whispers anew
Behind leafhidden trees

The voice:
�Come, if you want! Come into the dark!
Mine black eyes shall find you!
My soft hair will tie you!�
(Said sucking, enchanting words)

The girl:
�O sweet voice, why do thee wake
My seceret sorrow now
In this silent mound?�

The voice:
�Girl, what do you expected to find here?
Follow me down this hill...
Where else can you find the memory
Of happineness, of home?"

The girl:
�I don�t understand � I feel so weird...
...tell me, do I have to? Do I have to?�