Text translated on google, I don´t know if it does the text justice though!.. :-)
This music is JUST AS MUCH for my ONE STARVOTERS as for MY DEAREST FRIENDS here on YouTube!! LOVE YOU GUYS!! :-)
"Fredmans Epistel" number 72.
Nymph gleaming, glittering eyes,
floating harbor at high bolsters,
bland strength,
Come, come now to worship
in a narrow and extinguished candles
god of sleep, our Morpheus!
Pure flip closed, the door closed,
night hood clean your head around the ties;
pure Norström whip wig
it hangs on its nail.
Sleep, sleep in my music!
Chaffinch just, just, Cajsa Lisa;
slumbering concluded his twittering show.
The sun had just gone out
and the bracket has thickened,
solitary public silence yards;
I Fröja worship yesterday.
The rain nedöst in noisy low,
arched in the sky, its orange BLUFF,
as dawn is quiet and
of purple, gold and green,
since the earth Jove thunder attracted.
Sleep, my nymph! Dream of my lyre,
until our sun goes up at four o'clock,
and you go,
and arms is enough
my can and my arms,
fired by my blood and name.
Cajsa, you die! Sky, she breathes;
Death gives life and love away confused.
But although your heart beats dull,
so turns a blind eye eye happy.
Hold the violin, good night!
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