Nobody will grieve and sob, when He once will fall asleep forever Only rain will drop avaricious tear In the name of last son of a fjord The nearest neighbor will not be sad By his will drunk grieves and blood The distant neighbor easily will sigh In the heart more fear does not lie
With new force the sun will pour light By finding out that he does not live The crude ground will be glad That his feet doesn't step here
Won't come to bid farewell friend and wife There were no them in his life Only deeper wrinkles of the face Of the old man, the father-fjord.