Å Ola, Ola arr. Bjoern Kruse - English translation

Oh, Ola, Ola, my own baby,
why did you lay
such a heavy grief upon me!
I never thought you would care
to deceive me when you saw
how young I was.

And many a time
I have been sitting and sighing
and many a time
I have wiped my tears
and many a time
I have thought to myself
how rich I was to have you.

I'll never forget the last time
I stood at the door
and he gave me his hand.
I saw a boy and he was so fine.
It was like an eclipse of the sun.