Fjøllini standa úti - ORKA

Fjøllini standa úti

Huld í támi og surrandi flugum

Sveipa í vindi

Og lítla ljóðinum frá svongum rótum

Áirnar stoyta seg út í einki

Fjøllini syngja

Stórir operasangarar klæddir í grasi

Syngja fjøllini

Leggi stetoskopið móti bringuni

Eitt hjarta av gróti og vatni

Dukar móti oyrunum

Eg spyrji hjarta: «hvussu hevur tú tað»

Fjøllini standa einsamøll úti

Ongin bjóðar teimum inn

Míni fjøll standa køld úti í myrkrinum

Tey frysta míni fjøll

Stórar rúgvur av sjúkum gróti

Fjøllini líða av svøvnloysi

Leggi stetoskopið móti einum blómstri

Gjøgnum tveir plastik leidningar angar klænt lív

Fjøllini

Hava fepur

Míni fjøll syngja í ørviti

Anga av rósum og villum jarðberjum

Fjøllini sleppa ikki inn um kvøldarnar

At tú køld og tekur ímóti teimum

Tað er kalt at hava stjørnurnar til tekju

The mountains stand outside

Covered in drool and buzzing flies

Swing in the wind

And the little poem from such roots

The rivers rush out into the oaks

The mountains sing

Great opera singers dressed in grass

Sing to the mountain

Place the stethoscope against the chest

One heart of grass and water

Cloths against the ears

I ask my heart: «why do you have that»

The mountain stands alone outside

Ongin invites teams in

My mountains stand cold outside in the dark

Tey freeze my mountain

Large clumps of diseased growth

The mountains suffer from insomnia

Place the stethoscope against one bloom

Between two plastic wires stinks of life

The mountain

Have fun

My mountains are singing in a frenzy

Anga av roses and wild strawberries

The mountain does not let you in during the evenings

That you cool and receive them

It's cool to have the stars for income