Íslenska
Meir en þúsund söngva
Þótt hún vindblæ reyndi’ að fá, þá fann hún hann ekki.Stöðugt fór hún allt um kring, tímann hún eltist við.Hvernig næ ég til hennar? Hún er horfin burtu.Myrkrið lét hún fela sig, svo finndi hana enginn.Oft hún felldi sorgartár, einmana og sár,Hver mun þerra öll tárin, þarna öllum fjarri?Já, meir en þúsund söngva þrái’ eg enn að syngja’ af hjartans lyst,Og ég bið að einhver af þeim til hennar beri von í neyð.Ó, það er svo margt sem gæti náð til hjarta hennar inn.Ef ég gæti þerrað tár, kannski glætt hjá henni þrá,Þá með gleði syngi’ ég þúsund ljóð, ef einmitt það fær gleði veitt.Guðlaugur Gunnarsson þýddi13.11.2000.
Enska
More than thousand songs
She was reaching for the wind, but she could’nt feel itShe was always running ‘round trying to catch the timeWhat could I do to reach her, she was out of my sightShe was hiding in the dark so that no one could see herShe was crying tears of pain in her lonelinessWho would be there to dry them, she was so far awayBut I’m still singing more than thousand songsFrom the bottom of my heartAnd I hope that one of my songs will touch her emptiness insideOh I know there isn’t just one way, but many to her heartSo if I can dry one tear and if I can make her feelThen I’d gladly give a thousand songs, if that’s the one thing I can doJill Nordin 1995
