| The winged butterfly is seen in Haga Between the frosty mist and down As he takes refuge in a green barn As well as the flower, his bedstead The tiniest creature in the bog Newly awakened by the sun’s warmth Elevated to a new grand rapture Heated by the wind’s breeze O Haga, out of your lap reveals The yellow and soft lawns. In your elevated streams sways a white swan proudly. Far away in the sparse halls of the forest The frequent echoes are heard. Where blocks of granite are hammered And the birch and pine-trees are cut. See how the Naiads of Brunsviken Raise their golden horns And the frozen waterfalls Wash over the tower of Solna. Underneath the shadows of arched trees On the elegant lanes The colt prances and the wheel dusts While the peasant smiles softly at Haga. What a divine lust to encounter In a lovely park Where one can meet their sweetheart Glanced at by a kind monarch Each look that he gives Provokes tears of thankfulness. Moved and enchanted by these glances The sulky one goes on blissfully.
Credits Song: Swedish folk song Composer: Carl Michael Bellman Animation and text: Courtesy of BarnMusik TV.se English translation: Sari De Keyser
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