Lag: Þórarinn Jónsson
Texti: Þórarinn Jónsson
Püppchens Wiegenlied
Langsam wird mein Kindlein müde,
leise zieht herein die Nacht.
Schwarze Wolken stehen am Himmel
und der Mond ist aufgewacht.
Schaut mit seinem klaren Blicke
in des kindes Kämmerlein.
Streichelt es mit sanften Händen
in den schönsten Traum hinein.
Vögguljóð dúkkunnar
Smám saman þreytist litla barnið mitt,
er nóttin gengur hljóð í garð.
Á himnum eru skýin dökk
og tunglið komið upp.
Tunglið varpar skærri birtu
inn um glugga barnsins.
Yljar hendur þess og það
svífur inn í draumheima.
Þýð. Elísabet Erlingsdóttir
The Dolls Lullaby
Slowly my child grows tired,
As the night comes softly.
Dark clouds are in the sky
And the moon has risen.
The moon casts its bright beams
Through the baby’s bedroom window
Warms up its little hands,
And takes it to the land of dreams.
Transl. Elísabet Erlingsdóttir