Brennivín [English translation]

Ævi mín er eintómt hlaup

Efter brennivíni

Geturðu sett á glasið í Staup

Gömlu Fyllisvíni

Where I'm walking alone, thirst is my worst enemy

My measure of mead, treasure in need

Up to the Brim

One down on the heart can feel like the rain

Crying on dry desert sands

My story is sad, nothing to add

Days have been dim

Drink while you are able!

Ævi mín er eintómt hlaup

Efter brennivíni

Geturðu sett á glasið í Staup

Gömlu Fyllisvíni

I have squandered my days

Cold is the gold in my grip

Dark mold on my mound

All I have found

Deep in a jar

Too many a drunken poet has praised ale in a failed fairytale

My measure of mead, treasure indeed

Up to the Brim

Drink while you are able!

Ævi mín er eintómt hlaup

Efter brennivíni

Geturðu sett á glasið í Staup

Gömlu Fyllisvíni