Flykrur í vindi - Eivør

Tankarnir sveima sum fallandi flykrur í vindi, í vindi

Í vindeyga lýsir títt ljósa og lokkandi yndi, títt yndi

Sum ljósið, ið dreymurin sá

Mín saknur, mín langtandi trá

Hin fullkomna løtan í djúpari kvirru seg fjalir, seg fjalir

Hon er mær ein gáta, við gløðandi hjarta mítt spælir, hon spælir

Ein dreygur, ið so gjarna vil

Men er bara als ikki til

The tanks hover some falling flies in the wind, in the wind

In vindeyga describes frequent bliss and alluring delight, frequent delight

Some light, the dreamer saw

My longing, my longing longing

The perfect lot in a deeper quiver says mountains, mountains

She is a maiden of riddles, with my glowing heart she plays, she plays

Ein dreygur, ið so gjarna vil

But it just does not exist