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  • Текст песни TYR - Olavur Riddararos

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    На этой странице находится текст песни TYR - Olavur Riddararos, а также перевод песни и видео или клип.
    "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

    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

    [Translation:]

    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

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    " Whether you should ride, Olav me
    aloft HONG Tin Armor

    You go ikki at hunting deer one can Achieve Perfection
    men you go to pick a spring game

    White is skjúrtan , she wheezed tvigin
    blood she must av clear Driga "

    Olav snúðist shows mother
    "God prosthetic ikki make some maiden 's spáad "

    Young call , happy call , make a Golv
    dansið lystilig

    Olav rides on Bjørg draft presented
    - charcoal and carpenter with
    he found the one Alvar

    Out came one one can Achieve Perfection álvafljóð
    flættað high on the shoulders pulled

    "Be vælkomin Olav Riddararós
    You walk into the dance and called for us "

    " You Tarvin ikki or factors frequently high stations meg
    I eri ikki got to ask species

    I do more with ikki álvum be
    in the morning if I do MY brúdleyp "

    "What you want but sjey winter lying on straw
    else you want in the morning to dust GA "

    Hon shoes in his drinking horn
    Har went one can Achieve Perfection poison grain

    Olav leaned saðilboga
    - charcoal and carpenter with
    He kissed the toe Moy av little mind

    Young call , happy call , make a Golv
    dansið lystilig

    [ Translation : ]

    Olaf Rose Knight

    "Where are you going , Olaf
    your armor hangs in the Attic

    You are not going to hunt for deer
    you are going to your Mistress

    White is your shirt , well it has been washed
    It will be taken of you in the Night "

    Olav turned away from his mother
    "God grant That it does not go as it has been
    Fore told "

    Young Lads , Lads happy , hop 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 Rose Knight
    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 Sun "

    "What would you rather , lie ill for seven winters
    or be Buried Tomorrow "

    She filled him a drinking horn
    it went in a grain of poison

    Olaf leaned on the saddlebow
    -with coal and smith
    as he reluctantly Kissed the maiden

    Young Lads , Lads happy , hop up on the floor
    dance merrily

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