Текст песни Bornin Við Tjornina

Gaman er fyrir hin gódu börn,
Ad ganga med pabba út ad tjörn.
Sjá thar lítinn bra-bra-bra,
Og börnin skemmta sér, ha-ha-ha.

Gefa honum braud ad bíta í,
Börnin hafa svo gaman af thví.
Saddur verdur bra-bra-bra,
Og börnin skemmta sér, ha-ha-ha.

Úti í hólma á sér ból,
Ungunum sínum veitir skjól.
Allir eiga their sömu sæng,
Sofa undir mömmu væng.
Fara ad reyna ad fleyta sér,
Fús ad kenna theim mamma er.
Hún er theirra víta vörn,
Verndar og fædir sín litlu börn.

Eitt sinn lítinn unga ég sá,
Auminginn villtist mömmu frá.
Sífellt í hring hann synti thar,
Og sá hana ekki neins stadar.

Mamma vissi vel um thad,
Og á vængjunum sínum kom thar ad.
Ósköp gladur vard unginn thá,
Og öruggur sinni mömmu hjá.

Ef ad tjörnin okkar frys,
Uti er gaman ad sleda á ís.
Thá er oftast úti svalt,
Og aumingja bra-bra thá svo kalt,

Med kalda fætur á köldum ís,
Króknar stundum, deyr og frys.
Börnin harma bra-bra sinn,
Og búinn er söguthátturinn.

Translation:Björk - Bornin Við Tjornina - http://ru.motolyrics.com/bjork/bornin-vid-tjornina-lyrics.html
The children by the pond

It's fun for the good children
To walk with Daddy to the pond
See a little quack-quack-quack,
And the children enjoy themselves, ha-ha-ha!

Give it some bread to bite
The children enjoy this so much
Quack-quack-quack is full now
And the children enjoy themselves, ha-ha-ha!

In the islet she has a nest
Sheltering her ducklings
They all share the same blanket
Sleeping under Mother's wing
They try and learn to swim themselves
Mother is happy to teach them
She shelters them from danger
Shelters and feeds her babies

Once I saw a little duckling
The poor thing had gotten lost from it's mother
It kept swimming in circles
And could not find her anywhere

Mother knew all about this
And her wings brought her there
The duckling was terribly glad
To be safe with his Momma

If our pond freezes
It's fun to sled on the ice
It is usually cold out then
And poor quack-quack is so cold

With cold feet on cold ice
He sometimes freezes and dies
The children mourn their quack-quack
And so our story ends