Moldin - Olof Arnalds

Fellur regn á jördina og mig

Vætir gras sem grær og grær yfir

Vorid kom og vorid kom ad vanda

Kom med ferdavedrid fyrir þig

Stráin stingast upp of innudir

Stilli hjartans strengi í fimmundir

Stefid gengur nidur, gengur nidur

Frid ég finn sem fann ég ekki fyrr

Hjarta mitt opnar veginn þinn

Ég af mold ad mold á ný ég verd

Verd af því vid erum till þess gerd

Ad koma og fara og koma till ad fara

Líka þú minn kæri, góda ferd

Fljúg mót sólu jördu frá

Ástarvængjum fljúgdu á

It's raining on the ground and me

Wet grass that heals and heals

Vorid came and vorid came ad vanda

Bring a travel van for you

The straws stick out too indoors

Adjust the heart strings to the fifth

Stefid goes down, goes down

Peace I feel like I did not find before

My heart opens your way

I of mold ad mold again I deserve

Worth because we are made for it

To come and go and come to go

You too, my dear, good trip

Fly towards the sun from the earth

Wings of love flew on