Hansara varrar bleytar og blíðar
His lips are soft and smooth,
Fagrari harri aldri mær bíðar
a more beautiful gentleman has never waited for me,
Og ongantíð møtti mær tunga so mjúk
and I have never met me a tongue so meek.
Ella eri eg bara mussisjúk
Or I am just mouthsick.
Hansara varrar mær eru ein gáta
His lips are a road for me
Tær kyssa uppá ein heilt annan máta
they kiss in a completely different way
Og ongantíð møtti mær tunga so mjúk
and I have never met me a tongue so meek.
Ella eri eg bara mussisjúk
Or I am just mouthsick.
Hansara varrar gerða meg villa
His lips tuck me in to rest,
Lokka meg nærri og kitla meg illa
they entice me nearer and tickle me so,
Og ongantíð møtti mær tunga so mjúk
and I have never met me a tongue so meek.
Ella eri eg bara mussisjúk
Or I am just mouthsick.
Man eg nú nakrantíð fara at vita
Might I ever know now,
Ella so má eg so barasta gita
or must I just guess
At varrar og kossur ein kensla so mjúk
that lips and kiss have a feeling so soft,
Oh eg eri helst bara mussisjúk
Oh, I am certainly mouthsick.