Songtexte Birthday (Icelandic) - The Sugarcubes
                                                She 
                                                lives 
                                                in 
                                                this
 
                                    
                                
                                                House 
                                                over 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Has 
                                                her 
                                                world 
                                                outside 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Grapples 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                earth
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                her 
                                                fingers 
                                                and 
                                                her 
                                                mouth
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                five 
                                                years 
                                                old
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thread 
                                                worms 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                string
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keeps 
                                                spiders 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                pocket
 
                                    
                                
                                                Collects 
                                                fly-wings 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                jar
 
                                    
                                
                                                Scrubs 
                                                horse 
                                                flies
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                pinches 
                                                them 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                line
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                got 
                                                one 
                                                friend
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                lives 
                                                next 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                listen 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                weather
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                knows 
                                                how 
                                                many
 
                                    
                                
                                                Freckles 
                                                she's 
                                                got
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                scratches 
                                                his 
                                                beard
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                painting 
                                                huge 
                                                books
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                glues 
                                                them 
                                                together
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                saw 
                                                    a 
                                                big 
                                                raven
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                glided 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                touched 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Today's 
                                                is 
                                                her 
                                                birthday
 
                                    
                                
                                                They're 
                                                sucking 
                                                cigars
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                got 
                                                    a 
                                                chain 
                                                of 
                                                flowers
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                sows 
                                                    a 
                                                bird 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                knickers
 
                                    
                                
                                                They're 
                                                sucking 
                                                cigars
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                lie 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                bathtub
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                chain 
                                                of 
                                                flowers
 
                                    
                                 
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