Týr — Turið Torkilsdóttir song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Turið Torkilsdóttir" by Týr.
Lyrics
Vatnið rennur av høgum fjøllum
og eftir hvøssum gróti
So ilt er at leggja ást við hann
ið onga leggur ímóti
Dagurin líður, náttin kemur
dimmir á jørð so fríða
Í morgin saðlum hestar dyst at ríða.
«Tað er so vánt í tínum landi
tí har er veður og vindur
Nògv betri er í Noregs fjøllum
tú ástir við meg bindur.»
Fylgdi hon honum so langt á leið
til gøtur tóku at skilja
«Tað, ið eg vendi aftur frá tar
tað er ei við mín vilja.»
Turið situr í Noregs fjøllum
hon vekir harm og pínu
So møðig fellur hon blóðig tár
á báðar armar sínar
Dagurin líður, náttin kemur
dimmir á jørð so fríða
Í morgin saðlum hestar dyst at ríða.
The water runs of high mountains
And along sharp rocks
So painfull it is to love him
Who doesn’t love you back
The days goes by, the night comes
Darkness falls on fair ground
Tomarrow let us saddle the horses for a race
«Your land is so unpleasant
For there is bad weather and wind.
Much better it is in the mountains of Norway
To stay here in love with me.»
She followed him so far on his way
Until paths went separate ways.
«When I turn away from you now
It is against my will.»
Turið sits in the mountains of Norway
She invokes harm and pain
So mournfull she fells bloody tears
Down both her arms
The days goes by, the night comes
Darkness falls on fair ground
Tomorrow let us saddle the horses for a race
Lyrics translation
The water flows av meeting high fjøllum
and after hvøssum gróti
So, if you want is at impose love with him
e onga proposes against
Dagurin feel, náttin comes
it gets dark at jørð so fair
In morgin saðlum horses dyst at fucking.
"It is so vánt in the study country
as har is the weather and the wind
Nògv better is in Norway fjøllum
you love affairs with meg ties.»
Followed she him so far on the way
to gøtur took at understand
"Sometimes, when I wand back from the tar
it is not with my will.»
Turið sits in the Norwegian fjøllum
hon rouse harm and little
So møðig falls hon blóðig tears
on both arms of their
Dagurin feel, náttin comes
it gets dark at jørð so fair
In morgin saðlum horses dyst at fucking.
The water runs of high mountains
And along sharp rocks
So painfull it is to love him
Who doesn't love you back
The days goes by, the night comes
Darkness falls on fair ground
Tomarrow let us saddle the horses for a race
"Your land is so unpleasant
For there is bad weather and wind.
Much better it is in the mountains of Norway
To stay here in love with me.»
She followed him so far on his way
Until paths went separate ways.
"When I turn away from you now
It is against my will.»
Turið sits in the mountains of Norway
She invokes harm and pain
So mournfull she fells bloody tears
Down both her arms
The days goes by, the night comes
Darkness falls on fair ground
Tomorrow let us saddle the horses for a race