Lyrics and translation Týr - Grímur á Miðalnesi

Grímur á Miðalnesi

Gevið ljóðið og lýði á
Fátt er um at røða
Bóndin fyrstur heimin bygdi
Harum vil eg kvøða

Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja
Stíga á sínar hestar teir springa
Hoyrast kundi langan veg sum teirra sporar ringja
Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja

Frændar teir á skógin ríða
Við so góðum treysti
Sóu brenna heitan eld
Og hartil fagrar kostir

Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja
Stíga á sínar hestar teir springa
Hoyrast kundi langan veg sum teirra sporar ringja
Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja

Grímur on Miðalnes

Give the poem and people, on
Little is there to speak of
The farmer first built the world
About him I will sing

Wide across the roads golden helmets sing
They mount their steeds and they spring
Could be heard a long way as their spurs ring
Wide across the roads golden helmets sing

Relatives they ride on the forest
With such good trust
They saw burning hot fire
And thereto fair choices

Wide across the roads golden helmets sing
They mount their steeds and they spring
Could be heard a long way as their spurs ring
Wide across the roads golden helmets sing