A memory about the unknown river

Once I visited the Swedish North,

Since that I can't forget its beauty:

Mad mountain rivers, rocky earth,

Pines up to heaven, severe men on duty.

When I was crossing shaky bridge,

Which hanged over a foamy river,

I came to bridge's very edge

And couldn't hold my body not to shiver.

I gazed into the whirling waters,

What I expected to discover, I don't know;

For instant I heard a splash of vikings' oars -

But Max called me, we had to go.