| 作曲 : Blöndal, Joensen ... | |
| Aevi 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! | |
| Aevi 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 mold on my mound | |
| All I have found | |
| Deep in a jar | |
| Too many a drunken poet has praised ale in a failed fairytale | |
| My measure of mead, treasure indeed | |
| Up to the Brim | |
| Drink while you are able! | |
| Aevi mín er eintómt hlaup | |
| Efter brennivíni | |
| Geturðu sett á glasið í Staup | |
| Gömlu Fyllisvíni | |
| (x4) |
| zuo qu : Bl ndal, Joensen ... | |
| Aevi mi n er einto mt hlaup | |
| Efter brennivi ni | |
| Getur u sett a glasi i Staup | |
| G mlu Fyllisvi ni | |
| 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! | |
| Aevi mi n er einto mt hlaup | |
| Efter brennivi ni | |
| Getur u sett a glasi i Staup | |
| G mlu Fyllisvi ni | |
| I have squandered my days | |
| Cold is the gold in my grip | |
| Dark mold on my mound | |
| All I have found | |
| Deep in a jar | |
| Too many a drunken poet has praised ale in a failed fairytale | |
| My measure of mead, treasure indeed | |
| Up to the Brim | |
| Drink while you are able! | |
| Aevi mi n er einto mt hlaup | |
| Efter brennivi ni | |
| Getur u sett a glasi i Staup | |
| G mlu Fyllisvi ni | |
| x4 |
| zuò qǔ : Bl ndal, Joensen ... | |
| Aevi mí n er eintó mt hlaup | |
| Efter brenniví ni | |
| Getur u sett á glasi í Staup | |
| G mlu Fyllisví ni | |
| 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! | |
| Aevi mí n er eintó mt hlaup | |
| Efter brenniví ni | |
| Getur u sett á glasi í Staup | |
| G mlu Fyllisví ni | |
| I have squandered my days | |
| Cold is the gold in my grip | |
| Dark mold on my mound | |
| All I have found | |
| Deep in a jar | |
| Too many a drunken poet has praised ale in a failed fairytale | |
| My measure of mead, treasure indeed | |
| Up to the Brim | |
| Drink while you are able! | |
| Aevi mí n er eintó mt hlaup | |
| Efter brenniví ni | |
| Getur u sett á glasi í Staup | |
| G mlu Fyllisví ni | |
| x4 |
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