Ævi mín er eintómt hlaup
Efter brennivíni
Geturðu sett á glasið í staup
Gömlu Fyllisvíni
Where I'm walking alone, thirst is my worst enemy
My measure of mead, treasure in need
Up to the brim, one down on the heart can feel like the rain
Crying on dry desert sands my story is sad, nothing to add
Days have been dim, drink while you are able!
Ævi mín er eintómt hlaup
Efter brennivíni
Geturðu sett á glasið í staup
Gömlu Fyllisvíni
I have squandered my days cold is the gold in my grip
Dark mould on my mouth all I've found deep in a jar
Too many a drunken poet has praised ale in a failed fairytale
My measure of mead, treasure in need
Up to the brim, drink while you are able!
Ævi mín er eintómt hlaup
Efter brennivíni
Geturðu sett á glasið í staup
Gömlu Fyllisvíni
Ævi mín er eintómt hlaup
Efter brennivíni
Geturðu sett á glasið í staup
Gömlu Fyllisvíni
Ævi mín er eintómt hlaup
Efter brennivíni
Geturðu sett á glasið í staup
Gömlu Fyllisvíni
Týr - Brennivín Lyrics
Týr - Brennivín Lyrics
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Ævi mín er eintómt hlaup
Efter brennivíni
Geturðu sett á glasið í staup
Gömlu Fyllisvíni
Where I'm walking alone, thirst is my worst enemy
My measure of mead, treasure in need
Up to the brim, one down on the heart can feel like the rain
Crying on dry desert sands my story is sad, nothing to add
Days have been dim, drink while you are able!
Ævi mín er eintómt hlaup
Efter brennivíni
Geturðu sett á glasið í staup
Gömlu Fyllisvíni
I have squandered my days cold is the gold in my grip
Dark mould on my mouth all I've found deep in a jar
Too many a drunken poet has praised ale in a failed fairytale
My measure of mead, treasure in need
Up to the brim, drink while you are able!
Ævi mín er eintómt hlaup
Efter brennivíni
Geturðu sett á glasið í staup
Gömlu Fyllisvíni
Ævi mín er eintómt hlaup
Efter brennivíni
Geturðu sett á glasið í staup
Gömlu Fyllisvíni
Ævi mín er eintómt hlaup
Efter brennivíni
Geturðu sett á glasið í staup
Gömlu Fyllisvíni
Efter brennivíni
Geturðu sett á glasið í staup
Gömlu Fyllisvíni
Where I'm walking alone, thirst is my worst enemy
My measure of mead, treasure in need
Up to the brim, one down on the heart can feel like the rain
Crying on dry desert sands my story is sad, nothing to add
Days have been dim, drink while you are able!
Ævi mín er eintómt hlaup
Efter brennivíni
Geturðu sett á glasið í staup
Gömlu Fyllisvíni
I have squandered my days cold is the gold in my grip
Dark mould on my mouth all I've found deep in a jar
Too many a drunken poet has praised ale in a failed fairytale
My measure of mead, treasure in need
Up to the brim, drink while you are able!
Ævi mín er eintómt hlaup
Efter brennivíni
Geturðu sett á glasið í staup
Gömlu Fyllisvíni
Ævi mín er eintómt hlaup
Efter brennivíni
Geturðu sett á glasið í staup
Gömlu Fyllisvíni
Ævi mín er eintómt hlaup
Efter brennivíni
Geturðu sett á glasið í staup
Gömlu Fyllisvíni
Writer: BJOERN BLOENDAL, HERI JOENSEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC