paroles de chanson Ólavur Riddararós (Re-Recorded Version) - Tyr

Hvørt skal tú riða, Ólavur mín
á lofti hongur brynja tín
Tú fer ikki at veiða tað hind
men tú fer til tína leikalind
Hvit er skjúrtan, væl er hon tvigin
í blóði verður hon av tær drigin
Ólavur snúðist síni móður frá
Gud gevi ikki ganga sum mær er spáad
Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv
dansið lystilig
Ólavur ríður eftir bjørgunum fram
-kol og smiður við
fann hann upp á eitt álvarann
Út kom eitt tað álvafljóð
flættað hár á herðar dró
Ver vælkomin Ólavur Riddararós
tú gakk í dans og kvøð fyri oss
Tú tarvt ikki flætta títt hár fyri meg
eg eri ikki komin at biðja teg
Solo: Heri Joensen
Eg kann ikki meira hjá álvum vera
í morgin lati eg mítt brúdleyp gera
Hvat heldur vilt tú sjey vetur liggja á strá
ella vilt tú í morgin til moldar gá
Hon skonti honum í drykkjuhorn
har fór í tað eiturkorn
Ólavur studdist við saðilboga
-kol og smiður við
hann kysti tá moy av lítlum huga
Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv
dansið lystilig
Olaf Knightrose
Where are you going, Olaf
your armour hangs in the attic
You are not going to hunt for deer
you are going to your mistress
White is your shirt, well has it been washed
It will be taken of you in blood
Olav turned away from his mother
God grant that it does not go as it has been foretold
Young lads, happy lads, step up on the floor
dance merrily
Olaf rides along the mountains
-with coal and smith
He came upon an elven house
Out came an elven maiden
Plaided hair on shoulders lay
Be welcome Olaf Knightrose
come to the dance and sing for us
You need not plaid your hair for me
I have not come to ask for you
I can no longer stay with the elves
for tomorrow I will wed
What would you rather, lie ill for seven winters
or be buried tomorrow
She filled him a drinkinghorn
in it went a grain of poison
Olaf leaned on the saddlebow
-with coal and smith
as he reluctantly kissed the maiden
Young lads, happy lads, step up on the floor
dance merrily