Silfur-Refur - Sólstafir

Roddin hun hvislar pukinn fer á stjá

I hummu læðist lævis er hann sá

Andanum ognar eg aldrei atti von

Þreytist hann aldrei, hemski einskis son?

Hann stappar i golfið prammar fran á nótt

Aldrei hann sefur aldrei er honum rott

Heltekinn hugurinn ég atti aldrei von

Vakandi overan feðraði þennan son

Brennur í skinni, að heiftinni linni nú

Halsinn i snøru ég ottast ei lengur trú

Heltekinn hugurinn ég atti aldrei von

Vakandi overan feðraði þennan son

The voice she whispers to the puck goes to waste

In hummu he creeps cunningly when he sees

I never breathe hope

Does he never get tired, you stupid son?

He stomps in the golf barges from night

He never sleeps, he is never rotten

The whole mind I never had hope for

Vigilant overan fathered this son

Burns in the skin, until the anger subsides now

My neck tightened, I no longer feared faith

The whole mind I never had hope for

Vigilant overan fathered this son