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Poet: Davíð Stefánsson This is not exact translation but you should be able to understand what it's about.

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On my path I found a stump of board and tied to it a string and tuft in red.

I carved some birds from peat and pinetree I found on the seaboard and in the field.

In my mind I often fly into the sky and I'll be able to sing to them a life.

Some can swim a pond and up the stream, and some will always stay as child.

Sunshine goldens channel and aquamarine fjord and like magic earth will merge with sky.

A dreaming gleam is all around the nesting ground.

Play my harp, goddess born in heaven and listen, angels of God in Paradise."