Sommaren Är Min

It's summer in Sweden! I've said it before, there's no place I've ever been that's better than this country during summertime. Summer belongs to us here and Astrid Lindgren knew it. All the Swedes know it, and it's one of my favorite things about them.

Here's a decent, but poorly-rhymed translation of Pippi's summer song, which starts at 1:50.

And now I want to sing
that summer is nice
and the trees are so fine
and the ground is so green
and the flowers are beautiful
and the hay smells good
and the sun is so sunny
and the water is so wet
and the little bird flies
in and out of the nest
and therefore I want to sing
that summer is mine.

And I also want to sing
that butterflies are good
and all the sweet mosquitos
I also want them
and I'm brown on my legs
just as it should be
and therefore I want to sing
that brown legs are good.
And I have new freckles
and speckled summer skin
and therefore I want to sing
that summer is mine.