OK, I'm Norwegian, tired and not very up to it now, but here's a rudimentary translation:
From Öckerö sound accordeons and bass
and the full moon lights as were it made of glass
There Fredrik Åkare dances, cheek towards cheek
with little miss Cecilia Lind
She dances and closes her eyes so close towards him
she follow the dances precisely where he wants
He leads and she follows as light as the breeze
But tell me why blushes Cecilia Lind
Tell was it from what Fredrik Åkare said
You smell so nice and you dance so well
Your waist is thin and your bosom is big
How beautiful you are, Cecilia Lind!
But the dance ended and where could they go
Though they lived so close
At last they approached Cecilia's house
I want you to kiss me, said Cecilia Lind
Shame, Fredrik Åkare, shame old fellow!
Cecilia Lind is merely a child
Pure like a flower, timid like hind
I'm turning seventeen soon, said Cecilia Lind
And the stars they wandered and the hours they flew
and Fredrik is old but the moon it is new
Yes, Fredrik is old, but love is blind
Oh, kiss me again, said Cecilia Lind
Shame, Fredrik Åkare, shame old fellow!
Cecilia Lind is merely a child
Pure like a flower, timid like hind
I'm turning seventeen soon, said Cecilia Lind
OK, I'm Norwegian, tired and not very up to it now, but here's a rudimentary translation:
From Öckerö sound accordeons and bass and the full moon lights as were it made of glass There Fredrik Åkare dances, cheek towards cheek with little miss Cecilia Lind
She dances and closes her eyes so close towards him she follow the dances precisely where he wants He leads and she follows as light as the breeze But tell me why blushes Cecilia Lind
Tell was it from what Fredrik Åkare said You smell so nice and you dance so well Your waist is thin and your bosom is big How beautiful you are, Cecilia Lind!
But the dance ended and where could they go Though they lived so close At last they approached Cecilia's house I want you to kiss me, said Cecilia Lind
Shame, Fredrik Åkare, shame old fellow! Cecilia Lind is merely a child Pure like a flower, timid like hind I'm turning seventeen soon, said Cecilia Lind
And the stars they wandered and the hours they flew and Fredrik is old but the moon it is new Yes, Fredrik is old, but love is blind Oh, kiss me again, said Cecilia Lind
Shame, Fredrik Åkare, shame old fellow! Cecilia Lind is merely a child Pure like a flower, timid like hind I'm turning seventeen soon, said Cecilia Lind
Bonne nuit, mes amis