Rest by This Spring
Carl Bellman

Rest by this spring! Our little breakfast prepare: red wine with burnet (salad?)
and a recently shot snipe.
Klink, what bottles, Ulla, in our overly full baskets, emptied, roll in the grass
and feel how well the steam evaporates!
Your midday wine we shall pour out of the pitcher with a cheerful expression.
Rest by this spring. Hear the sound of our French horn, cousin!
The sound of the French horn, cousin!