Fljótavík

Sjáum yfir rá
Sjóinn skerum frá
Við siglum mastri trú
Seglum þöndum
Með stýrimann í brú

Við siglum í land
Í stórgrýti og sand
Við vöðum í land
Ófremdarástand
Já anskotann

Feginn fann ég þar
Þökkum ákaflega
Í skjóli neyðarhúss
Og við sváfum
Stórviðri ofsaði út

We see over spars
a sea, we’re cutting from
We’re sailing on the mast of faith
We’re sailing, stretching ourselves
to the steersman on the bridge.

We’re sailing on the land
on a big stone, on the sand
We’re wading into land
unknown place
Yes, …

I felt myself happy there.
We are really thankful
in the pail of disaster’s house.
And we slept / felt asleep
the scary storm was outside / far away.

(Translation credit: http://lyricstranslate.com/en/Fljotavik-Fljotavik.html)

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