Mamma - ertu vakandi mamma m
Mamma -
Tha vildi
Mamma - th
M
En datt th
Th
Hlj
L
Th
Tr
Bl
Fidlurnar mennskir menn
A mend
Mamma.
Allir m
Eins og bl
Er th
Gjafir flugu um allt
Flestum gekk vel ad gripa sitt
Gladur n
En st
St
M
Th
Translation:
Little musician
Mama - are you awake my mama?
Mama - I want to come close to you
O mama, it would be so fun to be grown
I would conduct an orchestra and choir
Mama - You are so sweet, my mama
I like coming closer to you
Oh but Mama, earlier I dreamt a dream of you
I fell out of bed, and it upset me so.
You were a queen in a tall palace
The band elves, men, and trolls
Played for you and sang
You were so magnificent
The trolls they pounded the drums
Flower-elves played the flutes
The violins human beings
The mandolin I
Mama.
We all gazed up at you
Like flowers when the sun shines
And from your embrace
Gifts everywhere flew
Most easily caught theirs
Gladly I quickly caught mine
But the chair on which I perched
Tipped over and fell
Mama - You are so sweet, my mama
I like coming close to you
O mama, it would be so fun to be grown
I would conduct an orchestra and choir
