歌名 | Börnin Við Tjörnina |
歌手 | Bjork |
专辑 | Gling Glo |
歌词 | Gaman er fyrir hin gódu börn, Ad ganga med pabba út ad tjörn. Sjá thar lítinn bra-bra-bra, Og börnin skemmta sér, ha-ha-ha. Gefa honum braud ad bíta í, Börnin hafa svo gaman af thví. Saddur verdur bra-bra-bra, Og börnin skemmta sér, ha-ha-ha. Úti í hólma á sér ból, Ungunum sínum veitir skjól. Allir eiga their sömu sæng, Sofa undir mömmu væng. Fara ad reyna ad fleyta sér, Fús ad kenna theim mamma er. Hún er theirra víta vörn, Verndar og fædir sín litlu börn. Eitt sinn lítinn unga ég sá, Auminginn villtist mömmu frá. Sífellt í hring hann synti thar, Og sá hana ekki neins stadar. Mamma vissi vel um thad, Og á vængjunum sínum kom thar ad. Ósköp gladur vard unginn thá, Og öruggur sinni mömmu hjá. Ef ad tjörnin okkar frys, Uti er gaman ad sleda á ís. Thá er oftast úti svalt, Og aumingja bra-bra thá svo kalt, Med kalda fætur á köldum ís, Króknar stundum, deyr og frys. Börnin harma bra-bra sinn, Og búinn er söguthátturinn. Translation: The children by the pond It’s fun for the good children To walk with Daddy to the pond See a little quack-quack-quack, And the children enjoy themselves, ha-ha-ha! Give it some bread to bite The children enjoy this so much Quack-quack-quack is full now And the children enjoy themselves, ha-ha-ha! In the islet she has a nest Sheltering her ducklings They all share the same blanket Sleeping under Mother’s wing They try and learn to swim themselves Mother is happy to teach them She shelters them from danger Shelters and feeds her babies Once I saw a little duckling The poor thing had gotten lost from it’s mother It kept swimming in circles And could not find her anywhere Mother knew all about this And her wings brought her there The duckling was terribly glad To be safe with his Momma If our pond freezes It’s fun to sled on the ice It is usually cold out then And poor quack-quack is so cold With cold feet on cold ice He sometimes freezes and dies The children mourn their quack-quack And so our story ends |