Sangir í moll - Teitur

«Sangir í moll geva mær the blues»

Segði hon við meg og skrúvaði upp

Dovið øl og stearin

Rundan um James Dean

Tann fyrsti var dottin av í rúsinum

Vit yptu øksl saman, sukku niður í bláman

Stjólu hvønn annan til sangir í moll

Tá eg raknaði við var hon farin heim

Hurðin hjá mær stóð víðopin

Ein friðarlig akkord, ið eingin annar hoyrdi

Summaði millum fløskurnar í stovuni

Bert eitt kann henda, tá ið ljósið er tendrað

Við tveimum, sum dansa til sangir í moll

Vit yptu øksl saman, sukku niður í bláman

Stjólu hvønn annan til sangir í moll

«Songs in minor give the blues girl»

She said to me and turned up

Dull beer and stearin

Round about James Dean

The first tooth was dropped off in the pile

Sense, shrug your shoulders together, sink into the blue

Steal each other for songs in minor

When I tracked her down, she had gone home

The girl's door was wide open

One peaceful chord, no one else heard

Buzzed between the bottles in the living room

One thing Bert can throw, his toe is lit.

The two of us, some dancing to songs in minor

Sense, shrug your shoulders together, sink into the blue

Steal each other for songs in minor