Fredmans Epistel #81
Exact year I don’t know, between 1780-1790. About 60-70 years after the empire fell
written and performed by Carl Michael Bellman
Lyrics (translated):
Behold our shadow, look, Movitz my brother
How it's encompassed by darkness
How gold and velvet, in the shovel, over there
shifts to gravel and tatters
Charon waves from his rushing river
as does then, three times, the grave digger
no-more will you clasp your grape
Therefore, Movitz, come help me lever
a headstone for our sister!
So went to rest, from brawls and ball
Troublemaker Lofberg, your wife
There, to the grass, long necked and slender
Is yet where you turn your eye
She from Dantobommen parted today
And with her, all merry games
Who shall now the bottle command?
Thirsty was she and so thirsty am I;
We are thirsty, all of us.