Текст песни TYR - Olavur Riddararos

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"Hvørt skal tú riða, Ólavur mín
á lofti hongur brynja tín

Tú fer ikki at veiða tað hind
men tú fer til tína leikalind

Hvit er skjúrtan, væl er hon tvigin
í blóði verður hon av tær drigin"

Ólavur snúðist síni móður frá
"Gud gevi ikki ganga sum mær er spáad"

Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv
dansið lystilig

Ólavur ríður eftir bjørgunum fram
-kol og smiður við
fann hann upp á eitt álvarann

Út kom eitt tað álvafljóð
flættað hár á herðar dró

"Ver vælkomin Ólavur Riddararós
tú gakk í dans og kvøð fyri oss"

"Tú tarvt ikki flætta títt hár fyri meg
eg eri ikki komin at biðja teg

Eg kann ikki meira hjá álvum vera
í morgin lati eg mítt brúdleyp gera"

"Hvat heldur vilt tú sjey vetur liggja á strá
ella vilt tú í morgin til moldar gá"

Hon skonti honum í drykkjuhorn
har fór í tað eiturkorn

Ólavur studdist við saðilboga
-kol og smiður við
hann kysti tá moy av lítlum huga

Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv
dansið lystilig

[Translation:]

Olaf Knightrose

"Where are you going, Olaf
your armour hangs in the attic

You are not going to hunt for deer
you are going to your mistress

White is your shirt, well has it been washed
It will be taken of you in blood"

Olav turned away from his mother
"God grant that it does not go as it has been
foretold"

Young lads, happy lads, step up on the floor
dance merrily

Olaf rides along the mountains
-with coal and smith
He came upon an elven house

Out came an elven maiden
Plaided hair on shoulders lay

"Be welcome Olaf Knightrose
come to the dance and sing for us"

"You need not plaid your hair for me
I have not come to ask for you

I can no longer stay with the elves
for tomorrow I will wed"

"What would you rather, lie ill for seven winters
or be buried tomorrow"

She filled him a drinkinghorn
in it went a grain of poison

Olaf leaned on the saddlebow
-with coal and smith
as he reluctantly kissed the maiden

Young lads, happy lads, step up on the floor
dance merrily

" Whether you should ride, Olav me
aloft HONG Tin Armor

You go ikki at hunting deer one can Achieve Perfection
men you go to pick a spring game

White is skjúrtan , she wheezed tvigin
blood she must av clear Driga "

Olav snúðist shows mother
"God prosthetic ikki make some maiden 's spáad "

Young call , happy call , make a Golv
dansið lystilig

Olav rides on Bjørg draft presented
- charcoal and carpenter with
he found the one Alvar

Out came one one can Achieve Perfection álvafljóð
flættað high on the shoulders pulled

"Be vælkomin Olav Riddararós
You walk into the dance and called for us "

" You Tarvin ikki or factors frequently high stations meg
I eri ikki got to ask species

I do more with ikki álvum be
in the morning if I do MY brúdleyp "

"What you want but sjey winter lying on straw
else you want in the morning to dust GA "

Hon shoes in his drinking horn
Har went one can Achieve Perfection poison grain

Olav leaned saðilboga
- charcoal and carpenter with
He kissed the toe Moy av little mind

Young call , happy call , make a Golv
dansið lystilig

[ Translation : ]

Olaf Rose Knight

"Where are you going , Olaf
your armor hangs in the Attic

You are not going to hunt for deer
you are going to your Mistress

White is your shirt , well it has been washed
It will be taken of you in the Night "

Olav turned away from his mother
"God grant That it does not go as it has been
Fore told "

Young Lads , Lads happy , hop up on the floor
dance merrily

Olaf Rides along the mountains
-with coal and smith
He came upon an elven house

Out came an elven maiden
Plaided hair on shoulders lay

"Be welcome Olaf Rose Knight
come to the dance and sing for us "

" You need not plaid your hair for me
I have not come to ask for you

I can no longer stay with the Elves
for tomorrow I will Sun "

"What would you rather , lie ill for seven winters
or be Buried Tomorrow "

She filled him a drinking horn
it went in a grain of poison

Olaf leaned on the saddlebow
-with coal and smith
as he reluctantly Kissed the maiden

Young Lads , Lads happy , hop up on the floor
dance merrily

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