Björk — Bilavisur song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Bilavisur" by Björk.
Lyrics
Ertu ad koma?
Ja elskam min goda
Alveg hreint a minutunni
He — ertu a nyjum bil?
Alveg ertu agetur
Agalega saetur
Ad etla bjoda mer
Thad er alveg hreint i stil
Eg ef ad thed snjo ar Tha erutil noga
Kedjur sem ad koma
Okkur ohult um alla leid
Elskan hann Dori
Minn sterki og stori
Hann styrir svo vel
Thott gatan se ekki breid
O! Tharna er hann! Ja Flott skalthad vera
Ford-Model nitjan hundrad
Og eg veit ekki hvad
Uppi hann stig eg A astarvangjum fligeg
Uppi Mosfellssveit fer i evintyraleit
Med hand tosku stora eg hallast ad Dori
E gormurinn i framsaetinu stakk mig a versa stad!
En thad er nu svona ad threyja og vona
En thetta lagast fljott
Dori minn serrum thad
Kedjan er slitinn og skellur i bilnum
Skriddu undur bilinn Dori
Greyid mitt flyttu ther
Ertu alveg odur o je minn godur!
Tharna reifstu sokkinn minn
Alfurinn minn eg fer aldrey
Aftur ut med ther aleinum
Eg sver i eg hef aldrey a efi minni
Ekid um a slikum bil
O nuna springur i honum syngur!
Og a endanum stingst hann ofani
Moldar-haug
Lyrics translation
Are you coming?
Well elskam min goda
Completely clean a minutunni
He — are you a new space?
Quite you agetur
Awfully saetur
Ad etla bjoda mer
It is quite clean in the style of the
I if ad tetris snow ar Tha erutil noga
Kedjur that ad come
Us ohult about all the way
Honey he Dori
My strong and big
He styrir so well
Thott street se not narrow feet
O! Bikers he is! Well Cool skalthad be
Ford-Model nitjan hundred
And I don't know what
There he points I A astarvangjum fligeg
There Mosfellssveit goes i evintyraleit
Med hand tosku stora I am inclined to Dori
E gormurinn i framsaetinu stabbed me a versa stad!
But it is nu so ad threyja and hope
But the temple gets better soon
Dori my serrum it
Kedjan is worn and the clash in the car
Skriddu the wonders of car Dori
Greyid my move ther
Are you quite odur o je, my god!
Bikers you stocking my
Alfurinn my I goes aldrey
Again ut med ther dropped well
I swear i I've aldrey a efi memory
Ekid for a such interval
O now bursts of him singing!
And a the end there's a dirty great he ofani
The dust-pile