"Það Sést Ekki Sætari Mey" lyrics
Björk Guðmundsdóttir & Tríó Guðmundar Ingólfssonar Lyrics
Thad lenti í drætti
Ad módir mín mig ætti
Thvi hún var svo gískid grey
En læknrinn var sóttur
Og loksins ól hún dóttur
Og thád sést ekki sætari mey
En pabbi var sjaálfur
Á sjónum alltaf hálfur
Svo hann gat ekki lengur sagt nei
Fyrst var hann mjög sleginn
En seinna sagdi hann feginn
Ad thad sést ekki sætari mey
Sætari mey
Sætari mey
Nei thad sést ekki sætari mey
Og fyrr en mig vardi
Hver strákur á mig stardi
Eins og stelpur á gleym-mér-ei
Their fóru ad skjálfa
Og sögdu vid sig sjálfa
Hún er sorglega stygg
En mjóg trygg, ad ég hygg
Og thad sést ekki sætari mey
Ég lærdi i bernsku
Ad blikkaá finni ensku
Og min söngrödd var sweet and gay
En vestur á landi
Ég lenti í hjónabandi
Thad er sorglegt fyrir sidprúda mey
Hann lagdi í sinn vana
Ad elska Ameríkana
Svo ég kyssti hann og sagdi OK
En illt var í efni
Hann var ódamála í svefni
Og thá reyndist hann
Ramm islenskt grey
Islenskt grey
Islenskt grey
Sem ásædist islenska mey
En nú er önnur öldin
Ég dansa kát á kvöldin
Og thiy kalla mig gleym-mér-ei
Og piltarnir their skjálfa
Their segja vid sig sjálfa
Nei, thú setydir mér blossandi ást
Thvílíkt hnoss!
Thvi thad sést ekki sætari mey
[English translation:]
It was quite a delay
When my mother had me
But then she's such a slender sort
The doctor was fetched
And finally her daughter was born
And none had ever seen a sweeter girl
My father spent usually
His time at sea half-drunk
But he could not deny me
At first he was rather shocked
But then he said, relieved
None shall ever see a sweeter girl
Such a sweet girl
Such a sweet girl
There is no sweeter girl
Before I knew it
Every boy would gaze at me
As girls gaze at forget-me-nots
They'd shiver
And say to themselves
She's hard to get
But very loyal, I think
And there is no sweeter girl
I learned quite early
To speak proper English
And my song was sweet and gay
But while out west
I stumbled into marriage
It was sad for such a nice girl
He was used to
Loving American girls
So I kissed him and said OK
Then I discovered deceit
When he spoke in his sleep
And I found out
He was very Icelandic after all
Just a poor Icelander
Just a poor Icelander
Who wanted an Icelandic girl
Everything has since changed
Now I go dancing every night
And boys call me forget-me-not
And they shiver
They say to themselves
No, you send me currents of love
Such luck!
Since there is no sweeter girl
Ad módir mín mig ætti
Thvi hún var svo gískid grey
En læknrinn var sóttur
Og loksins ól hún dóttur
Og thád sést ekki sætari mey
En pabbi var sjaálfur
Á sjónum alltaf hálfur
Svo hann gat ekki lengur sagt nei
Fyrst var hann mjög sleginn
En seinna sagdi hann feginn
Ad thad sést ekki sætari mey
Sætari mey
Sætari mey
Nei thad sést ekki sætari mey
Og fyrr en mig vardi
Hver strákur á mig stardi
Eins og stelpur á gleym-mér-ei
Their fóru ad skjálfa
Og sögdu vid sig sjálfa
Hún er sorglega stygg
En mjóg trygg, ad ég hygg
Og thad sést ekki sætari mey
Ég lærdi i bernsku
Ad blikkaá finni ensku
Og min söngrödd var sweet and gay
En vestur á landi
Ég lenti í hjónabandi
Thad er sorglegt fyrir sidprúda mey
Hann lagdi í sinn vana
Ad elska Ameríkana
Svo ég kyssti hann og sagdi OK
En illt var í efni
Hann var ódamála í svefni
Og thá reyndist hann
Ramm islenskt grey
Islenskt grey
Islenskt grey
Sem ásædist islenska mey
En nú er önnur öldin
Ég dansa kát á kvöldin
Og thiy kalla mig gleym-mér-ei
Og piltarnir their skjálfa
Their segja vid sig sjálfa
Nei, thú setydir mér blossandi ást
Thvílíkt hnoss!
Thvi thad sést ekki sætari mey
[English translation:]
It was quite a delay
When my mother had me
But then she's such a slender sort
The doctor was fetched
And finally her daughter was born
And none had ever seen a sweeter girl
My father spent usually
His time at sea half-drunk
But he could not deny me
At first he was rather shocked
But then he said, relieved
None shall ever see a sweeter girl
Such a sweet girl
Such a sweet girl
There is no sweeter girl
Before I knew it
Every boy would gaze at me
As girls gaze at forget-me-nots
They'd shiver
And say to themselves
She's hard to get
But very loyal, I think
And there is no sweeter girl
I learned quite early
To speak proper English
And my song was sweet and gay
But while out west
I stumbled into marriage
It was sad for such a nice girl
He was used to
Loving American girls
So I kissed him and said OK
Then I discovered deceit
When he spoke in his sleep
And I found out
He was very Icelandic after all
Just a poor Icelander
Just a poor Icelander
Who wanted an Icelandic girl
Everything has since changed
Now I go dancing every night
And boys call me forget-me-not
And they shiver
They say to themselves
No, you send me currents of love
Such luck!
Since there is no sweeter girl
Thanks to maatonka for adding these lyrics.
