Ef ég væri orðin lítil fluga

[TheIcelandicNerd]

æææ dúlan

[MrSlaufa]

Lækur tifar létt um máða steina

Lítil fjóla grær við skriðufót

Bláskel liggur brotin milli hleina

Í bænum hvílir íturvaxin snót

Ef ég væri orðin lítil fluga

Ég inn um gluggann þreytti flugið mitt

Og þó ég ei til annars mætti duga

Ég eflaust gæti kitlað nefið þitt

[preetibhide]

If I was a little fly

A stream flows lightly eroding the stones beneath,

A little flower grows from a pile of stones which rolled down from the mountain,

A blue shell lies broken between hleinar,

In the farm a chubby little girl rests,

If I was a little fly,

I would fly through the window,

And even if it was the last thing I could do,

I am sure I could tickle your nose

I am finished daddy!!