Paroles et traduction Mammút - Dýradóttir

Dýradóttir

Ískalt svartroðið flýtur áfram, og aftur Hvernig sem á dynur vertu hjá mér plastvinur gegnum glerið spyr; ó hver ertu?
Veiddu mig, vil sjá kolsvart hár Veiddu mig, vil sjá barma ör Veiddu mig, vil liggja í lófa Veiddu mig, vil sjá kol ó Þurri heimur, ég vil synda í burtu Gerviþarinn ertir mitt skinn og mig klæjar í sporðinn minn.
Veiddu mig, vil sjá kolsvart hár.
Veiddu mig, vil sjá barma ör.
Veiddu mig, vil liggja í lófa.
Veiddu mig, vil sjá kolsvart hár Veiddu mig, vil sjá kolsvart hár.
Veiddu mig, vil sjá barma ör.
Veiddu mig, vil liggja í lófa.
Veiddu mig, vil sjá barma ör.
Veiddu mig, vil sjá kolsvart hár.
Veiddu mig, vil liggja í lófa.

Dýradóttir

A cold rove flows by but returns, and back. However the thunder roars, my plastic friend, through the glass it asks; oh, who are you?
Hunt me, I want to see raven black hair. Hunt me, I want to see tender breasts. Hunt me, I want to lie in your palms. Hunt me, I want to see the coals. Oh dry world, I want to swim away. The creature teases my skin and I itch in my shell.
Hunt me, I want to see raven black hair.
Hunt me, I want to see tender breasts.
Hunt me, I want to lie in your palms.
Hunt me, I want to see raven black hair. Hunt me, I want to see raven black hair.
Hunt me, I want to see tender breasts.
Hunt me, I want to lie in your palms.
Hunt me, I want to see tender breasts.
Hunt me, I want to see raven black hair.
Hunt me, I want to lie in your palms.