Songs

Krumminn á skjánum kallar hann inn;
The raven on the window calls inside;
gef mér bita af borðum þínum bóndi minn.
give me a bite to eat my good farmer.

Ólst eg upp hjá minni móður,
I was brought up by my mother,
máttu heyra það bóndi góður,
mark my words, good farmer!
sárlega varð af sulti móður,
Sorely was I weary from hunger,
svalt ég oft í kránum.
I often starved in the corner.
Krumminn á skjánum.
The raven on the window.
Æpti ég þá með háum hljóðum,
I cried out with a loud noise,
hörð voru ólætin.
the riot was fierce.
Gef mér bita af borðum þínum
Give me a bite to eat, my good farmer.
bóndi minn.

Krumminn á skjánum kallar hann inn;
The raven on the window calls inside;
gef mér bita af borðum þínum bóndi minn.
give me a bite to eat, my good farmer.

Bóndi svarar býsna reiður:
The farmer responds angrily:
“burtu farðu krummi leiður,
“go away, you tiresome raven!
lízt mér að þér lítill heiður,
I find you have little honor,
ljótur ertu á tánum,
your claws are ugly.
krumminn á skjánum.
The raven on the window.
Nema þú sért í svörum greiður
Unless you can tell me quickly
og segir mér tíðindin.”
the local tidings.”
Gef mér bita af borðum þínum
Give me a bite to eat, my good farmer.
bóndi minn.