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Heimþrá

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Published on Jul 23, 2015

úr leikritinu Þjóðarsálin.
Lag: Pálmi Sigurhjartarson
Ljóð: Jóhannes úr Kötlum

HEIMÞRÁ
Ég er einn, ég er einn,
sál mín allslaus og hljóð.
Langt frá upprunans æð
þjáist eirðarlaust blóð.
Hvar er vængur þinn, vor?
Kannski verð ég of seinn,
kannski dey ég í dag,
kannski dey ég hér einn.

Ég vil heim ­ ég vil heim
yfir hyldjúpan sæ,
heim í dálítinn dal,
heim að dálitlum bæ.
Hver vill bera mig blítt
um hinn bláheiða geim?
Ó, þú blíðasti blær!
Vilt þú bera mig heim?

Allt er ljóð ­ allt er ljóð,
þar sem lynghríslan grær,
þar sem víðirinn vex,
þar sem vorperlan hlær.
Þar sem afi minn bjó,
þar sem amma mín dó,
undir heiðinni há,
vil ég hvíla í ró . . .

English translation:
HOMESICKNESS
I'm alone, I'm alone,
my soul empty and barren,
far from the source vein
antsy blood pumps.
Spring, where's your wing?
Maybe I'll be too late
Perhaps I'll die today
Perhaps I'll die alone

I want to go home, I want to go home
across the deep ocean
home to that small valley
home to that small farm
Who would carry me gently
across that blue sky
Sweet gentle breeze
would you carry me home?

All is a poem, all is a poem
where the tiny tree grows
where the willow grows
and the pearl of spring laughs
where my grandfather lived
where my grandmother died
'neath that high heath
I want to rest in peace...

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