Brúnin [English translation]

A wind crashes in from the sea, I look at

the cheek of the young girl who lies next to me.

Her mouth is open, the blood runs reddish-brown,

men are on their way, I hear approaching sounds.

The woman still breathes, maybe we'll make it.

The cliff edge our refuge for our forbidden love.

I could hardly have released this stone from my hand.

Did I strike [her]? Were there spells or bonds working on me?

They will not stop.

If they find me lying

with her, with whom I found freedom,

we could improvise a game of hide and seek,

they will kill us both,

they will beat us with old weapons.

She doesn't answer, doomed to die,

if my goddess doesn't wake soon.

Together we shall leave life,

if I lie next to this woman.

If I just confess to nothing

I should be able to stay alive.

Her blood drips onto the land,

I pick her up, injured, and take her beautiful hand.

I throw her off the cliff,

as the sea moves back from the shore.