Vor í Vaglaskógi [English translation]

The evening is ours, and it's spring in Vagla-woods

Let us camp in a green berry turf

Lead me, friend, to yesterday's grove

There the spring flows and the birch shrub grows

Plays through flaxen locks and fragrant roses-

plays through flaxen locks, the rocking breeze

Pearls of dew glitter, calm moves over the dale

The dreams of those who overnight in Vagla-woods come true

An evening-red glow falls on the crowberry plants

The stillness is peace giving, gentle and melancholy

Plays through flaxen locks and fragrant roses-

plays through flaxen locks, the rocking breeze

Plays through flaxen locks and fragrant roses-

plays through flaxen locks, the rocking breeze

plays through flaxen locks, the rocking breeze.