Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brúnin , by - Skálmöld. Song from the album Sorgir, in the genre Фолк-металRelease date: 11.10.2018
Record label: Союз Мьюзик по лицензии Napalm Records
Song language: Icelandic
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brúnin , by - Skálmöld. Song from the album Sorgir, in the genre Фолк-металBrúnin(original) | 
| Vindur berst af hafi, virði fyrir mér | 
| Vanga ungrar stúlku sem við hliðina á mér er | 
| Munnurinn er opinn, mórautt rennur blód | 
| Menn eru á leiðinni, ég heyri nálgast hljóð | 
| Konan andar ennþá, kannski munum nást | 
| Klettabrúnin afdrepið í forboðinni ást | 
| Get ég varla losað grjót úr minni hönd | 
| Gaf ég höggið? | 
| Voru á mér álög eða bönd | 
| Þeir látum ekki linna | 
| Ef liggjandi mig finna | 
| Með henni sem ég frelsið fann | 
| Við máttum feluleiki spinna | 
| Þeir bana okkur báðum | 
| Þeir berja vopnum snjáðum | 
| Hún svarar ekki, dauðadæmd | 
| Ef vaknar dísin ekki brádum | 
| Saman munum lífið láta | 
| Liggi ég við þetta vif | 
| Ef ég bara ekkert játa | 
| Ætti mér að gefast lif | 
| Hennar drýpur blód á blettinn | 
| Bærist særð og falleg hönd | 
| Niður henni kasta klettinn | 
| Kvikar sjórinn burt frá strönd | 
| (translation) | 
| Wind blows from the sea, worth it to me | 
| The cheeks of a young girl next to me | 
| The mouth is open, blood-red blood flows | 
| People are on the way, I hear approaching sounds | 
| The woman is still breathing, maybe we will catch up | 
| The cliff edge hangs in the forbidden love | 
| I can hardly release stones from my hand | 
| Did I hit? | 
| I had spells or tapes on me | 
| They do not let go | 
| If lying me find | 
| With her I found freedom | 
| We had to invent camouflage | 
| They're killing us both | 
| They beat weapons snowballs | 
| She does not answer, sentenced to death | 
| If the diva does not wake up soon | 
| Together we will let life go | 
| I'm lying to this vif | 
| If I just do not confess | 
| Should give me life | 
| Her blood drips on the spot | 
| Carries a wounded and beautiful hand | 
| Down her throw the rock | 
| The sea recedes from the shore |