Sizzi - Hootenanny Singers

Han fddes vid Lasso, dare ljorna stimma

I vgor, som glittra likt prlor och vin

Han kom I det gulaste mnljusets timma

Till strnder, dare ngsgrset blommar som lin

Han dptes av vinden, som for genom grset

Till «Sizzi av Lasso» av springarnas tt

Men kallades hare av folket p nset

Och dmdes till dden av jgarnas rtt

Och daggat, hken, sg skarpt dare nerver:

«Det rare sig, det prasslar I strandlinjens blom

Jag seglar vl ner nare ett ml jag behver

Jag skjuter — det kan ej bli vrre n bom!

"

Och nattgat, rven, gick fram och gick ter:

«Kan undra var Sizzi I kvll hller till?

Kan undra om liten gare vilse och grter

Han kan dock f sllskap I natt om han vill.

"

Men Sizzi gick glad genom ngar och hagar

Och gmde sig djupt in I Rmyra skog

Och bort flgo sommarens rosiga dagar

Och Sizzi fick leva, frunderligt nog

Och vintern slog bro mellan strnder och ar

Dare lvskogens grnska lg vissnad och strdd

Och vit ver slogar p infrusna ar

Och vit ver ngen, dare Sizzi var fdd

D travade dden en dag genom skogen

Med herregrdskoppel och blanka gevare

Och jakten tog fart uppt Hagbergaslogen

Och gick nedt Lasso och stannade dare

Dare hrde vi ekot av smllarna sjunga

Kring Lasso, kring dalen och skogen och sjn

Dare fick han ett skott genom flsande lunga

Och blodet rann rtt p den gnistrande snn

Vid Lasso, dare isarna rmande brista

Vid foten av Kvarnklintens vissnade fur

Dare tumlade Sizzi omkring I det sista

Dare stannade drevet, dare blstes I lur

He was born at Lasso, dare ljorna stimma

In waves, which sparkle like pearls and wine

He came in the hour of the yellowest moonlight

To beaches, where the meadow grass blooms like flax

He was baptized by the wind, which passed through the grass

To "Sizzi by Lasso" by the runners' tt

But was called hare by the people on the nose

And was sentenced to death by the right of the hunters

And dew, hken, so sharply dare nerves:

"It's nice, it rustles in the flower of the shoreline

I'll sail down closer to the goal I need

I shoot - it can not get worse than a boom!

"

And the nightgown, the rven, went forth and went ter:

«Can I wonder where Sizzi is going tonight?

Can wonder if little gare lost and cries

However, he can get company tonight if he wants.

"

But Sizzi went happily through the meadows and pastures

And hid deep in Rmyra forest

And away flew the rosy days of summer

And Sizzi got to live, wonderfully enough

And winter bridged between beaches and rivers

Dare the green forest of the deciduous forest withered and strewn

And white leaves beat on frozen years

And white ver ngen, dare Sizzi was born

Then one day he trotted through the forest

With manor coupler and shiny rifles

And the hunt took off up Hagbergaslogen

And went down Lasso and stayed longer

There we heard the echo of the smugglers singing

Around Lasso, around the valley and the forest and lake

Dare he got a shot through the flowing lung

And the blood flowed right on the sparkling sun

At Lasso, the ice is breaking

At the foot of Kvarnklinten's withered fur

Dare Sizzi tumbled around in the last

Dare stopped the drive, dare blew I nap