Ég tók eitt hár ur hala thinum
Og lagdi thad svo undursmatt a jordina
Tha spratt upp vatn vid thorsta minum
Eg veit thad kom ser einnig ver fyr' h jordina
Thu ert svo god, kusa kyr, Bukolla min
Bjarga thin rad, kusa kyr, Bukolla min
Svo djup og blá, augun thin, o vina min
Eg og thu, vid erum ein
A flotta undan skessum tveim
Lengra, lengra, lengra hlanpum vid
Ég tok eitt hár ur hala thinum
Og lagdi thad svo undursmatt a jordina
Tha spratt upp bál vid kula minum
Eg veit thad kom ser einnig ver fyr' hjördina
mm-a-mm-a-mm-a-mm-a..
Thu ert svo god, kusa kyr, Bukolla min
Bjarga pin rad, kusa kyr, Bukolla min
Svo djup og blá, augun thin, o vina min
Ég og thú, vid erum ein
A flotta undan skessum tveim
Lengra, lengra, lengra hlanpum vid
Ég tok eitt hár ur hala thinum
Og lagdi thad svo undursmatt a jordina
Tha spratt upp fjáll, sem veitti hlyju
Ég veit thad kom ser einnig ver fyr' hjordina
mm-a-mm-a-mm-a-mm-a..
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You've got so many machines, Richard. Go on, give us a snare rush!
It is no surprise to me that hardly anyone tells the truth about how they feel. The smart ones keep themselves to themselves for good reason. Why would you want to tell anyone anything that's dear to you? Even when you like them and want nothing more than to be closer than close to them. It's so painful to be next to someone you feel strongly about and know you can't say the things you want to.