Concerts Good, ljóð frá 19. apríl 1995.

Fellahellir, face it, concerts good,

from this time I'm learning...

Wanna make there me a record,

maidens like you always fan the yearning...

Past of mine is painful, checkered,

pride you give me, that is more than should!

 

How I love you, Heaven knows it, see,

here my faults are many...

Could you even clean the houses,

care for me and him and give, if any?

Man of sorrow, many spouses?

Maiden, you're my gold and number three.

 

Balder getting, bolder maybe too...

babes are many, knowing...

Women like you, waiting, giving,

works of times and maybe rather growing.

Never bored of naked living,

now I wanna make it, get it through...

 

Can I trust you, let you in my life?

Like the one's so wealthy?

Can we become like them, lady?

Lusty after many years and healthy?

Can't avoid it, care for shady,

cunning, if we tolerate it, wife...

 

Now I find you sexy Ella, all,

only shy now, honey,

Wanna make you wife and happy,

will they understand it, give us money?

Looking for them, lazy, snappy?

Like you so much, wanna have you, call...

 

Checkered: Köflóttur, mislitur, misjafn.

Number three: Númer þrjú, fullkomnun, allt er þá er þrennt er, fullkomið.

Snappy: Uppalegur, í tízku, hviklyndur, skapvondur, kaldlyndur, snöggur, orkumikill, kurteislegur, vel klæddur, fagmannlegur, smellinn, líflegur, röskur.