Sencillo / Pista
Hinumegin garðar, varnist lýrumann,
sum við stirvnum fingrum, snarar tað hann kann.
Vaggandi á gleri, er í ongum skóm.
Neyðars biddiskálin stendur altíð tóm
Ongin lurtar eftir, ongin hyggur at.
Hundarnir, teir knurra, tá teir koma nær.
Lets sum einki, heldur á við sama lag.
Snarar bara lýran, stendur bert í stað
Undarligi gamli, skal eg fara við tær?
Vilt tú mínar sangir snara fyri mær?
English Translation:
On the other side of the gardens, the lyre beware,
As with numb fingers, what he can twirl.
Swaying on glass, wearing no shoes.
The poor beggar's bowl is always empty
No one's listening, no one's watching.
The dogs, they growl when they come near.
Pretending nothing, carrying on the same thing.
Just twisting the lyre, just standing in place
Weird old man, shall I go with you?
Would you like my songs to sing for me?