Bjork "�A� S�St Ekki S�Tari Mey" |
Thad lenti � dr�tti, - It was quite a delay ad m�dir m�n mig �tti, - When my mother had me thvi h�n var svo g�skid grey. - But then she's such a slender sort En l�knrinn var s�ttur, - The doctor was fetched og loksins �l h�n d�ttur, - And finally her daughter was born og th�d s�st ekki s�tari mey. - And none had ever seen a sweeter girl En pabbi var sja�lfur, - My father spent usually � sj�num alltaf h�lfur, - His time at sea half-drunk svo hann gat ekki lengur sagt nei. - But he could not deny me Fyrst var hann mj�g sleginn, - At first he was rather shocked en seinna sagdi hann feginn. - But then he said, relieved Ad thad s�st ekki s�tari mey. - None shall ever see a sweeter girl S�tari mey, - Such a sweet girl s�tari mey, - Such a sweet girl nei thad s�st ekki s�tari mey. - There is no sweeter girl Og fyrr en mig vardi, - Before I knew it hver str�kur � mig stardi, - Every boy would gaze at me eins og stelpur � gleym-m�r-ei. - As girls gaze at Forget-Me-Nots Their f�ru ad skj�lfa, - They'd shiver og s�gdu vid sig sj�lfa, - And say to themselves h�n er sorglega stygg, - She's hard to get - en mj�g trygg, ad �g hygg, - But very loyal, I think og thad s�st ekki s�tari mey. - And there is no sweeter girl �g l�rdi i bernsku, - I learned quite early ad blikka� finni ensku, - To speak proper English og min s�ngr�dd var sweet and gay. - And my song was sweet and gay En vestur � landi, - But while out west �g lenti � hj�nabandi. - I stumbled into marriage Thad er sorglegt fyrir sidpr�da mey - It was sad for such a nice girl Hann lagdi � sinn vana, - He was used to ad elska* Amer�kana, - Loving American girls svo �g kyssti hann og sagdi OK. - So I kissed him and said OK En illt var � efni, - Then I discovered deceit hann var �dam�la � svefni, - When he spoke in his sleep og th� reyndist hann, - And I found out ramm islenskt grey. - He was very Icelandic after all Islenskt grey, - Just a poor Icelander islenskt grey, - Just a poor Icelander sem �s�dist islenska mey. - Who wanted an Icelandic girl En n� er �nnur �ldin, - Everything has since changed �g dansa k�t � kv�ldin, - Now I go dancing every night og thiy kalla mig gleym-m�r-ei. - And boys call me Forget-Me-Not Og piltarnir their skj�lfa, - And they shiver their segja vid sig sj�lfa, - They say to themselves nei, th� setydir m�r blossandi �st. - No, you send me currents of love Thv�l�kt hnoss! - Such luck! Thvi thad s�st ekki s�tari mey. - Since there is no sweeter girl. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |