19.07.2020
A Nursery Rhyme from New-Iceland
No one has visited GunnvörWith nice clothing
She takes them to Ígultjörn
And rocks them to sleep
Blood runs along the path
And I will rock the baby
No one has visited Gunnvör
Who has a horse
A beautiful glitter on her cheek
Full of promise
Blood runs along the path
And I will rock the baby
No one has visited Gunnvör
With human blood,
The person who has bone marrow
And rocks them to sleep
Blood runs along the path
And I will rock the baby
No one has visited Gunnvör
Who has seen god
She has broken my ribs and collarbone and metacarpus bones
And they are drunk
Blood runs along the path
And I will rock the baby
Do you believe in Columba,
He stated:
Marrow and blood, marrow and blood
And rock them to sleep
Blood runs along the path
And I will rock the baby