American Union of Swedish Singers

Translations of Swedish Songs (Å, Ä, Ö)

Ångbåtssång – Steamboat Song
Start the machinery, Mr. Captain, Start the machinery, Mr. Captain
start the machinery, Mr. Captain! Greetings we send from
the world of the melody, friends from the shore, who wave the hand,
Good-bye, Good-bye
On the choppy journey, Good-bye, Good-bye
Good-bye, Good-bye to you Good-bye, Good-bye
on the choppy journey, See how the wave at the bow now well on you
crashes Listen, how the wind in the sails whispers
I fly away from my darling there but the picture I carry in my heart
perhaps she will drop a tear of emotion I sadly understand its meaning
truly as the wave kisses the shore, so I want to love
yes, yes, truly as I may love
yes, I want to truly love

Tr: Sven Ericsson

Än en gång däran (Let It Flow)
Let it flow, brothers! let it flow! Follow the ancient customs.
Until the last man, brother! Until the last man!
We scorn hate and anger.
Flashing weapons are not seen here other than this glass. Comrades in arms!
Let it flow, brothers! Let it flow! Deep in the Swedish heart. Here is your drink!

Life is short, brothers! Life is short! Don't play it away, be ready.
Fight against prohibition, brothers! Fight against prohibition!
Think of old folks who moved forward, without hesitation in rivers of champagne,
Strength from the beginning from brandy from our land. Fight against prohibition brothers! Fight against prohibition!
Deep in the Swedish heart. Here is your drink!

Tr: Einer Oberg, ASIMC Minneapolis

Änglamark (Angel Ground)
Call it the Angel ground
or Heaven on Earth if you please
the earth we inherited and the groves and greenery,
the wild roses and bluebells
and daisies and camomile,
let them be allowed to live, they are so lovely!
Let children dance like angels upon the green,
play hide and seek as the birch branches quiver.
Let the birds play and sing for us their song,
let all the fish swim and spawn in the river.
Save the forests and all creatures,
let the eagles soar, let the deer run free,
Let the last river roar in our natural world,
roar still among the mountains, and spruce and fir,

Call it an Angel ground
or Heaven on Earth if you will
the earth we inherited and the groves and greenery,
the wild roses and bluebells
and daisies and camomile,
let them be allowed to live, they are so lovely!