Ertu ad koma?
Gaman er fyrir hin g
J
Ad ganga med pabba
Alveg hreint
Sj
H
Og b
Alveg ertu
Gefa honum braud ad b
Agalega saetur,
B
ad etla bjoda m
Saddur verdur bra-bra-bra,
thad er alveg hreint
Og b
Eg ef ad thed snj
th
Ungunum s
kedjur sem ad koma
Allir eiga their s
okkur
Sofa undir m
Fara ad reyna ad fleyta s
Elskan hann D
F
minn sterki og st
H
hann styrir svo vel
Verndar og f
thott gatan s
Eitt sinn l
O! Tharna er hann! J
Auminginn villtist m
flott skalthad vera
S
Ford-Model nitjan hundrad
Og s
og
Mamma vissi vel um thad,
Uppi hann stig
Og
uppi Mosfellssveit fer
Og
Med hand t
Ef ad tj
Uti er gaman ad sleda
En thad er n
Th
En thetta lagast fljott
Og aumingja bra-bra th
D
Med kalda f
Kedjan er slitinn og skellur
Kr
skr
B
greyid mitt flyttu ther
Og b
Ertu alveg
Translation:
Tharna reifstu sokkinn minn
The children by the pond
aftur
It's fun for the good children
To walk with Daddy to the pond
See a little quack-quack-quack,
Ekid um
And the children enjoy themselves, ha-ha-ha!
O n
Og a endanum stingst hann ofan
Give it some bread to bite
moldar-haug
The children enjoy this so much
Quack-quack-quack is full now
Translation:
And the children enjoy themselves, ha-ha-ha!
Car rhymes
In the islet she has a nest
Are you on your way?
Sheltering her ducklings
Yes my dear
They all share the same blanket
Right this minute
Sleeping under Mother's wing
Hi-You've a new car?
They try and learn to swim themselves
Mother is happy to teach them
You're really great
She shelters them from danger
And very cute
Shelters and feeds her babies
To be inviting me
It's absolutely perfect
Once I saw a little duckling
The poor thing had gotten lost from it's mother
If it snows
It kept swimming in circles
We've plenty of
And could not find her anywhere
Snow-chains to get us
Safely all the way
Mother knew all about this
And her wings brought her there
My dear Dori
The duckling was terribly glad
My big and strong
To be safe with his Momma
He drives so well
Though the road's not wide
If our pond freezes
It's fun to sled on the ice
Wow! There he is! Yes
It is usually cold out then
Cool! It's
And poor quack-quack is so cold
Ford Model Nineteen -Hundred-
And-I-Don't-Know-What-
With cold feet on cold ice
He sometimes freezes and dies
I step inside
The children mourn their quack-quack
On wings of love I fly
And so our story ends
To Mosfellstown searching for adventure
With my big handbag I lean on Dori
Seat-spring's pricked me in the worst place!
That's how things are suffered
But I'll be better soon
My Dori will make sure of that
Chain broke under the car
Crawl under the car, Dori
Try and hurry up
Are you crazy Oh my God!
There you've torn my stocking!
My dear, seriously I'll never
Again go out with you alone
I swear I've never in my life
Ridden in such a car
Oh now the tire burst and the noise!
And in the end it runs into
A heap of mud
