Uppruna mál: Enskt
Bluegirls come in every size
Some are wise and some otherwise,
They got pretty blue eyes.
For an hour a man may change
For an hour her face looks strange ~
Looks strange, looks strange.
Marching to the promised land
Where the honey flows and takes you by the hand.
Pulls you down on your knees,
While you're down a pool appears.
The face in the water looks up.
And she shakes her head as if to say
That it's the last tie you'll look like today.