>>3834107Oh, the god of our land! Oh, our God's land!
We praise your holy holy name!
From the solar systems of the heavens knit your wreath
your military, time collection.
For you is one day as a thousand years
and a thousand years day, no more:
one eternal small flower with trembling tears,
who worship his god and die.
Iceland a thousand years,
Iceland a thousand years,
one eternal small flower with trembling tears,
who worship his god and die.
Oh god, oh god! We fell down
and sacrifice to you burning, burning soul,
god father, our queen from generation to generation,
and we cry for our holy things.
We complain and thank you for a thousand years,
because you are our only shelter.
We cry and thank you with trembling tears,
because you have our favorite wheelchair.
Iceland a thousand years
Iceland a thousand years
were the morning of humorous rhythm tears,
who hit the shining sun.
Oh, the god of our land! Oh, our God's land!
We live as a blazing, blowing straw.
We die, if you are not light and life,
as if we lifted the powder.
Oh, be every morning our beautiful life,
our leader in the day a puzzle
and in the evening our heavenly rest and our cloak
and our duchess of national life broke.
Iceland a thousand years
Iceland a thousand years
become a thriving nation with tearing tears,
who grows on a goddess path.
