Kvöldið er okkar og vor um Vaglaskóg
Við skulum tjalda í grænum berjamó
Leiddu mig vinur í lundinn frá í gær
Lindin þar niðar og birkihríslan grær.
Leikur í ljósum lokkum og angandi rósum
Leikur í ljósum lokkum hinn vaggandi blær.
Dagperlur glitra um dalinn færist ró
Draumar þess rætast sem gistir Vaglaskóg
Kveldrauðu skini á krækilyngið slær
Kyrrðin er friðandi, mild og angurvær.
Leikur í ljósum lokkum og angandi rósum
Leikur í ljósum lokkum hinn vaggandi blær
English Translation
The night is ours
Spring in the wood of skies
We head to the heath with our tent, where the berries grow
Take me, dear friend to the mirth of yesterdays
Where our creek runs free and the birch will blow
Light in the mountains
Scent from our dearest fountains
The wind is counting your hair in the light aglow
The dew comes forth
Our valley is swept with peace
Our dreams come true, who sleep in the wood of skies
On the berry hearth, the last touch of sunlight dies
And the calm is deep where the quiet waters flow
Light in the mountains
Scent from our dearest fountains
The wind is counting your hair in the light aglow
Light in the mountains
Scent from our dearest fountains
The wind is counting your hair in the light aglow
The wind is counting your hair
