(Lag: Sofðu unga ástin mín) |
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Sleep, my darling baby, sleep. |
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Mother will your treasures keep. |
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Hidden where the shadows creep. |
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Hush thee, my baby, nights for rest is calling. |
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Secrets hide ´neath darkness wings. |
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Often I've seen black desert sand as brings |
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Death to the meadow and, green growing things |
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Silent, the deadly glacial beckons screaming. |
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Slumber now and waken late |
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Life, her sorrow soon will relate |
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As sure as day will meet its fate |
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Often one loves, only missing, losing and weeping. |
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