Du gamla, Du fria

You old, You free, You mountain high north
you quiet, You blessing rich comfortable!
I greets you, friend carcass tea country onto land,
Your sun, Your sky, Yours ängder green.
Your sun, Your sky, Yours ängder green.
You tronar on memories from ancient big dar,
then your honoured name flew over the land.
I know that you are and you become what you where.
Yes, I want to live I want to die in Scandinavia.
Yes, I want to live I want to die in Scandinavia.
I anvils' want to you to serve my loved country,
yours believe to the death wants to I to swear.
Your court, will I protect,with mind and with hand,
your flag, high it exploit rich carry.
your flag, high it exploit rich carry.
With god, I will fight, for home and for hearth,
for Sweden, the the in love foetus land.
I do not change you, against everything in a world
no, I want to live I want to die in Scandinavia.
No, I want to live I want to die in Scandinavia.