Luyện nghe bài hát Þad Sést Ekki Sætari Mey

Thad lenti drtti, - It was quite a
ad mn mig tti, - When my mother had me
thvi hn var svo gskid grey. - But then she's a slender sort
En var sttur, - The doctor was fetched
og l hn dttur, - And finally her daughter was born
og thd sst ekki mey. - And none had ever seen a sweeter girl
En pabbi var sjalfur, - My father spent
alltaf hlfur, - His time at sea half-drunk
svo hann gat lengur sagt nei. - But he could not deny me
Fyrst var mjg sleginn, - At first he was rather shocked
en seinna hann feginn. - But then he said, relieved
Ad thad sst ekki stari mey. - shall ever see a sweeter girl
Stari mey, - Such a sweet
stari mey, - Such a sweet
nei thad sst ekki stari mey. - There is no girl
Og en mig vardi, - Before I knew it
strkur mig stardi, - Every boy would gaze at me
eins og stelpur gleym-mr-ei. - As gaze at Forget-Me-Nots
Their fru ad skjlfa, - shiver
og sgdu vid sig sjlfa, - And say to
hn er sorglega stygg, - She's to get -
en mjg trygg, ad g hygg, - But very loyal, I
og sst ekki stari mey. - And there is no sweeter girl
g lrdi i bernsku, - I learned quite
ad blikka ensku, - To speak proper English
og min var sweet and gay. - And my song was sweet and gay
En vestur landi, - But while out
g lenti hjnabandi. - I stumbled into
er sorglegt fyrir sidprda mey - It was sad for such a nice girl
Hann lagdi sinn vana, - He was to
ad elska* Amerkana, - Loving girls
svo g kyssti hann og sagdi OK. - So I kissed him and OK
En var efni, - Then I discovered deceit
hann var damla svefni, - When he spoke in his
og th hann, - And I found out
ramm grey. - He was very Icelandic after all
Islenskt grey, - a poor Icelander
grey, - Just a poor Icelander
sem sdist islenska mey. - Who an Icelandic girl
En n er ldin, - Everything has since changed
g dansa kt kvldin, - Now I go every night
og kalla mig gleym-mr-ei. - And boys call me Forget-Me-Not
Og their skjlfa, - And they shiver
their segja vid sig sjlfa, - say to themselves
nei, th setydir mr blossandi st. - No, you me currents of love
Thvlkt hnoss! - luck!
thad sst ekki stari mey. - Since there is no sweeter girl.