Jazzblaðið - 01.04.1950, Blaðsíða 11

HAUKUR
MORTHENS
VALDI
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Gleym mér ei.
Lag: Far away Places.
Á kyrrlátu kvöldi þú komst fyrst til mín,
þú kysstir mig hugljúfa mey.
Ég man eftir mörgu, er minnist ég þín,
ég man þig, gleym mér ei!
Ég sigli um sæinn og sé þína mynd,
sem sífellt í huga mér er.
Ó, fleyið mitt fagra, hvað ást min er
blind,
ég man þig, gleymdu ei mér.
Ég syrgi þig stöðugt, ég þrái svo vin,
sem ást mér getur veitt.
Og geta þig stoltur við stjarnanna skin
um síðkvöld við hlið mér leitt.
Er legg ég að landi, þá liggur mín leið
i lundinn, sem lækurinn sker.
Þú manst bezt, mín kæra, hvar forð-
um ég beið.
ég bíð þín, gleymdu mér ei.
E. Á.
Some enchanted evening.
Some enchanted evening —
You see a stranger —
You may see a stranger
Across a crowded room.
And somehow you know,
You know even then —
That somewhere you’ll see her,
again and again —
Some enchanted evening —
Some one may be laughing —
you may hear her laughing
Across a crowded room.
And night after night
As strange as it seems.
The sound of her laughter
will sing in your dreams —
Who can explain it?
Who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons.
Wise men never try.-----------
Some enchanted evening —
When you find your true love.
When you feel her call you
Across a crowded room.
Then fly to her side
And make her you own
Or all through your life
You may dream all alone —
Once you have found her.
Never let her go.
Is it too late?
Is it too late to start all over again?
Is it too late to change your mind?
I’d give the world if we could make
up again;
I didn’t mean to be unkind.
Won’t you forgive and darling wont
you forget?
Say you believe that I’m sincere;
For with all my heart I love you
(How can I let you go?)
It is too late, my dear?
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