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Aevi mín er eintómt hlaup

Efter brennivíni

Geturðu sett á glasið í Staup

Gömlu Fyllisvíni

Where I'm walking alone, thirst is my worst enemy

My measure of mead, treasure in need

Up to the Brim, one down on the heart can feel like the rain

Crying on dry desert sands my story is sad, nothing to add

Days have been dim, drink while you are able!

Efter brennivíni

Geturðu sett á glasið í Staup

Gömlu Fyllisvíni

I have squandered my days cold is the gold in my grip

Dark mould on my mouth all I've found deep in a Jar

Too many a drunken poet has praised ale in a failed fairytale

My measure of mead, treasure in need

Up to the Brim, drink while you are able!

Efter brennivíni

Geturðu sett á glasið í Staup

Gömlu Fyllisvíni

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