Текст и перевод песни Bubbi Morthens - Syneta

Syneta

Milli jo'la og ny'a'rs um no'tt við komum
I' ni'stingskulda, slyddu og e'l.
Syneta he't skipið sem skreið við landið
Með skaddað sty'ri og laskaða ve'l.
Við austurströndina sto'ðum a' dekki
Störðum i' sortans ko'lgusky'.
Drunur brimsins ba'rust um loftið
Og bæn mi'n drukknaði o'ttanum i'.
Innst i' firðinum sa'um við ljo'sin ly'sa
Ljo'sin sem komu þorpinu fra'.
Um si'ðir þau hurfu i' hri'ðina dökku
Um hjörtu okkar flæddi li'fsins þra'.
Þessa no'tt skipið a' skru'ðnum steytti
Skelfing og o'tti to'ku öll völd.
I' ba'tana komumst við kaldir og þreyttir
I' kolsvarta myrkri beið aldan köld.
Þa' no'tt við do'um Drottinn minn go'ður
Drukknuðum bjarglausir einn og einn.
Himinn og haf sy'ndist saman renna
Okkar si'ðasta tak var brimsorfinn steinn.
I' þangi við fundumst og fimm ennþa' vantar
I' fjörunni aldan skilaði oss.
I' hu's a' börum við bornir vorum
Með bla'a vör eftir öldunnar koss.
Ef þu' siglir um sumar vinur
Og se'rð við Skru'ðinn brimsorfin sker.
Viltu biðja þeim fyrir er fo'rust
þeim fimm sem aldrei skiluðu se'r.

The Syneta

On New Year's Eve, through a thousand miles we came,
In biting cold, sleet, and flame.
The Syneta, the ship that crawled by the land,
With damaged rudder and broken command.
Along the eastern shores, we stood on the deck,
Gazing into the darkness, a shadowy speck.
The roar of the surf echoed through the air,
And my prayer drowned in fear's despair.
Deep within the fjord, we saw the lights gleam,
Lights that came from the village, it would seem.
Eventually, they vanished in the dark squall,
Through our hearts flowed life's thrall.
This night, the ship struck the reef with a crash,
Terror and fear took over in a flash.
Into the boats we clambered, cold and worn,
In pitch-black darkness, the cold wave was born.
That night we died, my good Lord,
Drowned helpless, one by one, aboard.
Sky and sea seemed to merge as one,
Our last grasp, a wave-washed stone.
In the seaweed, we were found, five still lost at sea,
On the shore, the waves delivered us, you see.
To houses on stretchers, we were carried with care,
With blue marks left by the ocean's cold stare.
If you sail in summer, my friend,
And see by Skrúður, where the waves transcend,
Will you pray for those who perished there,
The five who never made it, a sorrowful affair.