Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Að Vori, artist - Skálmöld. Date of issue: 30.11.2014
Song language: Icelandic
Að Vori(original) |
| Þórunn Auðna, þá hún fæddist |
| Þungt var yfir Ísafold |
| Eymd sem allt um lá og læddist |
| Loftið sverti, vötn og mold |
| Myrkur að vori á Melrakkasléttu |
| Meybarn var borið í óþökk og nauð |
| Fátæk og horuð hún fæddist, með réttu |
| Fyrst voru sporin öll hamingjusnauð |
| Þakkir fær sá er Þórunni sendi |
| Þakkir af einingu |
| Ég veit ekki hvar hún bernskunni brenndi |
| Barnið með meiningu |
| Þórunn Auðna, þá hún fæddist |
| Þeyr blés yfir dal og tún |
| Varla neina vá hún hræddist |
| Varin undir galdrarún |
| Þakkir fær sá er Þórunni sendi |
| Þakkir af einingu góðar |
| Ég veit ekki hvar hún bernskunni brenndi |
| Barnið með meiningu þjóðar |
| Fyrst varð hún móðurlaus, föðurlaus siðan |
| Fjöllin og gróðurinn tóku að sér |
| Ljóshærða flóðið með lokkinn svo friðan |
| Læst hennar blóðbönd í örlagakver |
| Ég veit ekki hvar hún æskunni eyddi |
| Eða hvar hófst hennar ferð |
| Né hvað það var sem götuna greiddi |
| Gaf henni bogann og sverð |
| Þórunn Auðna, þá hún fæddist |
| Þa blés von um Íslandsströnd |
| Neistinn fyrir norðan glæddist |
| Nytsamleg sú hjálparhönd |
| (translation) |
| Þórunn Auðna, when she was born |
| It was heavy over Ísafold |
| Misery that all around lay and crept |
| The air blacks, lakes and soil |
| Darkness in the spring on Melrakkaslétta |
| A virgin was carried in ungratefulness and distress |
| Poor and skinny she was born, rightly so |
| At first, the steps were all unhappy |
| Thanks to the one who sent Þórunn |
| Thanks for the unity |
| I do not know where she burned as a child |
| The child with meaning |
| Þórunn Auðna, when she was born |
| They blew over the valley and the meadow |
| Hardly anyone wow she was scared |
| Protected from magic |
| Thanks to the one who sent Þórunn |
| Thanks for the good unit |
| I do not know where she burned as a child |
| The child with the meaning of a nation |
| At first she became motherless, then fatherless |
| The mountains and the vegetation took over |
| Blonde flood with the lid so peace |
| Locked her blood ties in the fortune teller |
| I do not know where she spent her youth |
| Or where did her journey begin |
| Nor what it was that the street paid for |
| Gave her a bow and a sword |
| Þórunn Auðna, when she was born |
| Then there was hope for the Icelandic coast |
| The spark to the north rejoiced |
| Useful helping hand |