| Fjøllini standa úti
| The mountains stand outside
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| Huld í támi og surrandi flugum
| Covered in drool and buzzing flies
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| Sveipa í vindi
| Swing in the wind
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| Og lítla ljóðinum frá svongum rótum
| And the little poem from such roots
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| Áirnar stoyta seg út í einki
| The rivers rush out into the oaks
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| Fjøllini syngja
| The mountains sing
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| Stórir operasangarar klæddir í grasi
| Great opera singers dressed in grass
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| Syngja fjøllini
| Sing to the mountain
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| Leggi stetoskopið móti bringuni
| Place the stethoscope against the chest
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| Eitt hjarta av gróti og vatni
| One heart of grass and water
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| Dukar móti oyrunum
| Cloths against the ears
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| Eg spyrji hjarta: «hvussu hevur tú tað»
| I ask my heart: «why do you have that»
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| Fjøllini standa einsamøll úti
| The mountain stands alone outside
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| Ongin bjóðar teimum inn
| Ongin invites teams in
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| Míni fjøll standa køld úti í myrkrinum
| My mountains stand cold outside in the dark
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| Tey frysta míni fjøll
| Tey freeze my mountain
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| Stórar rúgvur av sjúkum gróti
| Large clumps of diseased growth
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| Fjøllini líða av svøvnloysi
| The mountains suffer from insomnia
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| Leggi stetoskopið móti einum blómstri
| Place the stethoscope against one bloom
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| Gjøgnum tveir plastik leidningar angar klænt lív
| Between two plastic wires stinks of life
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| Fjøllini
| The mountain
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| Hava fepur
| Have fun
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| Míni fjøll syngja í ørviti
| My mountains are singing in a frenzy
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| Anga av rósum og villum jarðberjum
| Anga av roses and wild strawberries
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| Fjøllini sleppa ikki inn um kvøldarnar
| The mountain does not let you in during the evenings
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| At tú køld og tekur ímóti teimum
| That you cool and receive them
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| Tað er kalt at hava stjørnurnar til tekju | It's cool to have the stars for income |