Årstider [English translation]

The sweet summer is here now

With lust and great beauty

And brown legs and thin shoes

And the chickadee that lives in the birdhouse

And the smell of bird cherry and kask

And a can filled with worms

And the sun has almost not begun to set

Before it starts to rise again

And there is no activity in the factory

On the highest peak of the chimney

The wagtail has built its nest

Everything breathes from peace and serenity

And the head of our factory

Is doing great

He took the cash with him

And ran, like they do

From a heavy tax

And it is now rumoured

That he is playing catch with the taxman

Then the sweet autumn is here

That we've been waiting for

With yellow leaves and ripe berries

And apple trees with apples

And cold nights and windy days

And little social security

That you can stay floating with

So why complain then?

And our chief engineer

Is doing great

He got cash from the state

To keep going

As happy as before

Somewhere south

He keeps going non-stop

Then the sweet winter is here

That we've been waiting for

On the winter's hard and frozen ground

We travel on an old kicksled

At first on the road to the employment office

And then back home again

With the same rejection as before

And then the winter ends

But the accountant at the factory

We'll hardly see again

Because he got what the law

Gives to criminals

For about a year he will be

Inside a grey and dull house

Because of the numbers he believed in

Then the sweet spring comes

That we've been waiting for

When the brook ripples, happy and flowing

And the lark chirps its songs

And the ground sprouts and the buds starts to form

Around my idle body

And tree sap rises upwards

Which will become the summer

And now odd is meant to be even

It's been decided by the local authority

Because the factory, that has

Spoiled the view

And where labour and hard work

Smells from blood, sweat and dirt

I removed with a portion of dynamite

Then the sweet summer is here

With lust and great beauty

And brown legs and thin shoes

And the chickadee that lives in the birdhouse

And kask and accordion songs

And a hornet's nest and a motor boat

And cold ice cream from the milk factory

And dancing outside and an outhouse

And the thump from a fishing boat

And juice in tetras

And you're vacant and free

And you don't give a damn

Because soon it won't matter how things turn out

• Artist:Allan Edwall