All that I had
In which I took delight
Out of sight
All that of which i dreamt
All that I was longing for
Now lost somewhere in time
Hidden in a heathen rhyme
Dreams that hold a nation
Time comes to turn
Misfortunes back around
Gaining ground
Time will return for dreams
Time for what we're longing for
By law we built this land
Would that it forever stand
Allt, sem þjóðin átti og naut,
Allt, sem hana dreymir,
Allt, sem hún þráði og aldrei hlaut,
Alþýðustakan geymir.