Vaggvisa - Månegarm

En isande vind

Far fram genom skog och dalars hem

Fryser ben och märg

Krossar drömmar, rövar dem

Sov nu, lilla vännen min

Dröm ett litet sinnes drömmar

Vid elden stillhet råder

Här ditt folk vakar över dig

Men i forna seders mull gror livets frö igen…

Hör nu vargen yla, kallar på sin sort

Inget svar i vinden ges

Hans släkte nu fördrivits bort

Livets tråd nu tvinnas

Må din väv bli seg och stark

Ty hårda tider stundar

Livets rötter kämpar i frusen mark

Men i forna seders mull gror livets frö igen…

An icy wind

Drive through forest and valleys home

Freezes bones and marrow

Crushes dreams, robs them

Sleep now, my little friend

Dream the dreams of a little mind

Silence prevails by the fire

Here your people are watching over you

But in the soil of ancient customs the seeds of life grow again…

Now hear the wolf howl, calling on its kind

No answer in the wind is given

His family has now been expelled

The thread of life is now twisted

May your fabric become tough and strong

For hard times are coming

The roots of life struggle in frozen ground

But in the soil of ancient customs the seeds of life grow again…