Elisabet og elinborg - Eivør

Lítla søta Elinborg við sóljugulum hári

hon syngur og hon dansar frítt

og frøist nú um várið.

Hon spælir sær við blómurnar

hon elskar vakrar litir

sum ein føgur sóljudrotning

í grasinum hon situr.

Elisabet Maria við vøkrum, bláum eygum

hon málar vakrar málningar

við gulum og við reyðum.

Hon málar allar litirnar,

sum dagurin man eiga,

sum ein føgur stjørnusól

Elisabet Maria.

Brátt so verður friðarligt

og fuglaveingir hvíla

sólin bjarta svevur nú,

og mánin fer at skína.

Tá fara tær til pápa sín

sum søgur veit at siga

og nú svevur lítla Elinborg

og Elisabet Maria.

Tá fara tær til pápa sín

sum søgur veit at siga

og nú svevur lítla Elinborg

og Elisabet Maria.

Little sweet Elinborg with sunny yellow hair

she sings and she dances for free

and now freezes in the spring.

She hurts at the flowers

she loves beautiful colors

some one beautiful sun queen

in the grass she is sitting.

Elisabet Maria with watchful eyes, blue eyes

she paints beautiful paints

we yellow and we smoke.

She paints all the colors,

some day I remember,

some one beautiful star sun

Elisabet Maria.

Soon it will be peaceful

and the birds' wings rest

the sun is bright now,

and the moon begins to shine.

Toe go toes to his pope

sum søgur veit at siga

and now little Elinborg is floating

and Elisabet Maria.

Toe go toes to his pope

sum søgur veit at siga

and now little Elinborg is floating

and Elisabet Maria.