Ode to Scania

I love you, my own homeland
Little land of fields and plains
I love your pretty snow white winters
Love the flowers of your spring
Love the light of your green summer
Love the colours of your fall
 
I love your lush beech forests
Little rivers gently flowing
Your little lakes for summer swims 
And I love your sandy beaches
And to walk your rocky shores

I love your blue seas and your wetlands
Your high ridges, rocky hillocks
Love your avenues of willows
Love your pretty apple orchards
Love your rich, plentiful soils
Where farmers grow their buxom crops      

I love your little villages
For calm and quiet life
And I love your lively cities
Where the whole world’s people meet
To live together side by side
Seeking everlasting peace 

Land of Vikings, land of castles
Where bishops ruled, brave rebels fought
Among the runestones of the past
Among the graves of kings of old
Reminding us of days long gone
Many wars you have been seeing
But never more another war 

Fair are you, my borderland
Land of history, present, future
Most beautiful of lands, land within my heart
Proudly wave your flag of blood and gold
Half Danish and half Swedish 
But only Scanian one and whole

May the red kites in your sky forever on be soaring
May the red deer ever walk among the daisies in your meadows
May the waves of your seas be forever roaring
Let my Scania live forever on in freedom and in peace