Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Egil saga, artist - Faun. Album song Licht, in the genre Европейская музыка
Date of issue: 12.07.2010
Record label: FAUN
Song language: Icelandic
Egil saga(original) |
Hefir hon haft langan vanmátt, |
Ok þat var kröm mikil; |
Fékk hon enga nótt svefn ok var |
Sem hamstoli væri. |
Ristnar hafa verið rúnar, ok er sá einn bóndason |
Heðan skammt í brott, er þat gerdi, |
Ok er síðan miklu |
Verr en áðr. |
Egil reist rúnar ok lagði undir hægendit |
Í hvíluna, þar er hon hvíldi; |
Henni þótti sem hon vaknaði ór svefni ok sagði |
At hon var þá heil. |
Skalat maðr rúnar rísta, |
nema ráða vel kunni, |
þat verðr mörgum manni, |
es of myrkvan staf villisk; |
sák á telgðu talkni |
tíu launstafi ristna, |
þat hefr lauka lindi |
langs ofrtrega fengit. |
Egill reist rúnar ok lagði undir hægindið |
í hvíluna, þar er hún hvíldi. |
Henni þótti sem hún vaknaði úr svefni |
ok sagði, at hún var þá heil |
Skalat maðr rúnar rísta, |
nema ráða vel kunni, |
þat verðr mörgum manni, |
es of myrkvan staf villisk; |
sák á telgðu talkni |
tíu launstafi ristna, |
þat hefr lauka lindi |
langs ofrtrega fengit. |
(translation) |
Has she had a long weakness, |
And it was a great deal of trouble; |
She did not get a night's sleep and was |
As a hamstole would be. |
The carvings have been runes, and he is the only farmer's son |
From here, a short distance away, when it did, |
Ok is then a lot |
Worse than before. |
Egil built a rune and laid it down slowly |
In the rest, where she rested; |
She thought she woke up and said |
That she was then whole. |
A man shall run up and down, |
unless you know how to handle it, |
it will happen to many people, |
es of myrkvan staf villisk; |
sank on counted talc |
ten letters carved, |
it has onion springs |
langs ofrtrega fengit. |
Egil built a rune and laid it under his arm |
to rest, where she rested. |
She thought she woke up |
and said that she was well then |
A man shall run up and down, |
unless you know how to handle it, |
it will happen to many people, |
es of myrkvan staf villisk; |
sank on counted talc |
ten letters carved, |
it has onion springs |
langs ofrtrega fengit. |