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Krummakvæði
Krummakvæði
Krumminn á skjánum kallar hann inn;gef mér bita af borðum þínum bóndi minn.Ólst eg upp hjá minni móður,máttu heyra það bóndi góður,sárlega varð af sulti móður,svalt ég oft í kránum.Krumminn á skjánum.Æpti ég þá með háum hljóðum,hörð voru ólætin.Gef mér bita af borðum þínumbóndi minn. Krumminn á skjánum kallar hann inn;gef mér bita af borðum þínum bóndi minn.Bóndi svarar býsna reiður:“burtu farðu krummi leiður,lízt mér að þér lítill heiður,ljótur ertu á tánum,krumminn á skjánum.Nema þú sért í svörum greiðurog segir mér tíðindin.”Gef mér bita af borðum þínum bóndi minn.
The Raven's Poem
The raven on the window calls inside;give me a bite to eat my good farmer. I was brought up by my mother, mark my words, good farmer!Sorely was I weary from hunger,I often starved in the corner. The raven on the window. I cried out with a loud noise,the riot was fierce.Give me a bite to eat, my good farmer.The raven on the window calls inside;give me a bite to eat, my good farmer. The farmer responds angrily:“go away, you tiresome raven!I find you have little honor,your claws are ugly. The raven on the window.Unless you can tell me quicklythe local tidings.”Give me a bite to eat, my good farmer.
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Previously performed at:
- 20 Oct 2018: Exploring Nordic Song
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Krummakvæði
Krumminn á skjánum kallar hann inn;
gef mér bita af borðum þínum bóndi minn.
Ólst eg upp hjá minni móður,
máttu heyra það bóndi góður,
sárlega varð af sulti móður,
svalt ég oft í kránum.
Krumminn á skjánum.
Æpti ég þá með háum hljóðum,
hörð voru ólætin.
Gef mér bita af borðum þínum
bóndi minn.
Krumminn á skjánum kallar hann inn;
gef mér bita af borðum þínum bóndi minn.
Bóndi svarar býsna reiður:
“burtu farðu krummi leiður,
lízt mér að þér lítill heiður,
ljótur ertu á tánum,
krumminn á skjánum.
Nema þú sért í svörum greiður
og segir mér tíðindin.”
Gef mér bita af borðum þínum
bóndi minn.
The Raven's Poem
The raven on the window calls inside;
give me a bite to eat my good farmer.
I was brought up by my mother,
mark my words, good farmer!
Sorely was I weary from hunger,
I often starved in the corner.
The raven on the window.
I cried out with a loud noise,
the riot was fierce.
Give me a bite to eat, my good farmer.
The raven on the window calls inside;
give me a bite to eat, my good farmer.
The farmer responds angrily:
“go away, you tiresome raven!
I find you have little honor,
your claws are ugly.
The raven on the window.
Unless you can tell me quickly
the local tidings.”
Give me a bite to eat, my good farmer.
If you would like to use our texts and translations, please click here for more information.
Composer
Sorry, no further description available.
Previously performed at:
- 20 Oct 2018: Exploring Nordic Song