Sofðu unga ástin mín
Jóhann Sigurjónsson
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| Original | English translation by Riccardo Venturi
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| SOFÐU UNGA ÁSTIN MÍN | SLEEP, MY YOUNG LOVE |
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| Sofðu, unga ástin mín, | Sleep my young love, |
| - úti regnið grætur. | Outside the rain cries. |
| Mamma geymir gullin þín, | Mother will keep your treasure, |
| gamla leggi og völuskrín. | Old leg bones and a chest of stones. |
| Við skulum ekki vaka um dimmar nætur. | We should not be awake on dark nights. |
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| Það er margt sem myrkrið veit, | The darkness knows so plenty |
| - minn er hugur þungur. | And my mind is so heavy. |
| Oft ég svarta sandinn leit | How often did I gaze at the black sands |
| svíða grænan engireit. | Burning the green meadows. |
| Í jöklinum hljóða dauðadjúpar sprungur. | I hear deadly deep cracks in the glacier. |
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| Sofðu lengi, sofðu rótt, | Sleep well, sleep tight, |
| seint mun bezt að vakna. | Better to wake up late. |
| Mæðan kenna mun þér fljótt, | Mother will teach you sooner |
| meðan hallar degi skjótt, | ’til the sun reaches the horizon |
| að mennirnir elska, missa, gráta og sakna. | That men love, lose, cry and live in sorrow. |
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