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A translation of a swedish song called: Maria is walking on the road.

Maria is walking down the road,
That leads down to the village.
She is singing and she is laughing,
with the birds in the sky.
She is on her way to the market,
to sell some of her bread.
And the sun is rising big and bright,
and is coloring the sky red.

There she meets a gentleman,
on a horse with bushy mane.
He says that Im the kings knight,
that takes whatever I crave.
And you're just to beautiful,
to not have a man.
Follow me in to the woods and
I will show you what I can.

She is pushed in to the grass,
and he is caressing her body.
She is twisting and she begs him,
for godsake please stop.
But the knight he is laughing,
intoxicated with his flame.
So she takes his knife and stabs,
and the knight falls dead.

They imprisoned Maria,
she was stoned for manslaughter.
But the memorey of the knight
was celebrated every year.
Yes the lords become heroes,
and the people is condemed.
And we that saw how it all played out,
will know that we dreamt.