Lena Green - Torsson

Det var Kalle o Kristina, dom var båda tjugo år

Hade utflykt i lingonskogen o dom gifte sig igår

Solen lyste ner i gläntan, o Stina sjöng av glad förväntan

O dom hade några hinkar o en matsäck med kaffetår

De' e söndag, i september

Plocka lingon, sådant händer

Stina plockade ett par liter.

Flugor surrade o det var hett

Kalle rökte, ingen sa nåt.

Klockan var halv ett

Kalle reste sig med ett visst besvär

O välte ut hinken med Stinas bär

Sedan började Stina gråta.

Kalle flina' lite snett

De' e söndag, i september

Plocka lingon, sådant händer

«Sluta flina, jäkla drummel», skrek Kristina ganska hårt

«Det e väl min sak, om jag skrattar», svarade Kalle lite torrt

Han rycket på axlarna som om inget hade hänt

O satte sig ner o tände en Kent

Stina torkade sig om näsan, hon fick se en räv längre bort

De' e söndag, i september

Plocka lingon, sådant händer

It was Kalle and Kristina, they were both twenty years old

Had an excursion in the lingonberry forest and they got married yesterday

The sun shone down in the clearing, and Stina sang with happy anticipation

And they had some buckets and a lunch bag with coffee grounds

De' e Sunday, in September

Picking lingonberries, things like that happen

Stina picked a couple of liters.

Flies were buzzing and it was hot

Kalle was smoking, no one said anything.

It was half past one

Kalle stood up with some difficulty

O knocked out the bucket of Stina's berries

Then Stina started to cry.

Kalle grinned a little crookedly

De' e Sunday, in September

Picking lingonberries, things like that happen

«Stop grinning, damn drum», Kristina shouted quite loudly

«It's my business, if I laugh», answered Kalle a little dryly

He shrugged as if nothing had happened

O sat down and lit a Kent

Stina wiped her nose, she saw a fox further away

De' e Sunday, in September

Picking lingonberries, things like that happen