Heimilisritið - 01.06.1953, Blaðsíða 56

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Haukur Morthens valdi
VINNUHJÚA-SAMBA
Lag: Svavar Bcnediktsson
Texti: Kristján frá Djúfalak
Vinnumann og vinnukonu
vissi ég í svcit.
— Ástin gctur orðið
svona undarlega lieit.
Vinnumaður, vinnukona
vildu ekkert ljótt.
En bilið milli bríka er
í baðstofunni mjótt.
’Cause I found you.
My prayers haven’t bcen ín vain,
Your smile sends away the rain,
Your kiss made it very plain
That you’re my dream come true.
I must have prayed a million years,
For such a romance to start.
I rnust have shed a million tears,
Till you put a song in my heart.
And, Now, wedding bells can ring,
Now, I can be a King,
Now, I have ev’rything,
For I have you, my love.
Vinnumaður, vinnukona
vom heldur scin.
Guð þau sá og gladdist við
og gaf þeirn lítinn svein.
Vinnumaður, vinnukona
voru í eðli trú.
Hann varð síðar húsbóndi,
og hún varð síðar frú.
Vinnumann og vinnukonu
völdu þau sér fljótt.
Ástin hún er undarleg,
og enn er bilið mjótt.
NOW
Now, all thc world is mine.
Now, stars will always shine.
Now, life will be divine.
BROKEN WINGS
With Broken Wings no bird can fly,
And broken ptomises mean
Love must fade and die.
I trusted you, you can’t be truc,
My heart no longer sing,
It’s wings are broken too.
Life was wonderful I flew
As high as a bird in the sky,
Dreaming of you, drcams coming true.
Then, in 'your eyes
I saw lies in disguise,
You broke my heart in two.
Coda
My heart no longer sjngs
It’s wings are broken.
My heart no longer sings
It’s wings are broken too.
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