Hann veitti birtu á bádar hendur,
Um baeinn sérhvert kvöld
Hann luktar Gvendur á liðinni öld
Á gráum hærum gloggt var kenndur
Vid glampa á ljosafjöld
Hann luktar Gvendur á lidinni öld
Hann heyrdist ganga hægt og hljótt
Um hverja götu fram á nott
Hans hjartasá med bros á brá
Ef ungan sveinn og yngismey
Hann adeins sá hann kveikti ei
En eftirlét theim rókkur skuggablá
Í endur minning æskutid
Hann aftur leit, en ástmey blid
Hann örmum vafði fast svo ung og smá
Hann veitti birtu á bádar hendur
Um bæinn sérhvert kvöld
Hann luktar Gvendur á lidinni öld
Hann heyrdist ganga haegt og hljótt
Um hverja götu fram á nott
Hans hjartasá med bros á brá
Ef ungan sveinn og yngismey
Hann adeins sá hann kveikti ei
En eftirlét theim rókkur skuggablá
Í endur minning aeskutid
Hann aftur leit, en ástmey blid
Hann örmum vafði fast svo ung og smá
Hann veitti birtu á bádar hendur
Um baeinn sérhvert kvöld
Hann luktar Gvendur á lidinni öl
Bjork - Luktar Gvendur Lyrics
Bjork - Luktar Gvendur Lyrics
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He gave light into both hands
Around the town every evening
He smells of Gvendur from ages past
With gray hairs clearly marked
By the light of lamps countless
He smells of Gvendur from ages past
He was heard walking slowly and quietly
Through every street late at night
His heartache with a smile on its way
If a young boy and a maiden fair
He only saw them not ignite
But left them with a melancholy shade of blue
In reminiscing childhood time
He looked again, at the sweet maiden
He wrapped her tenderly, so young and small
He gave light into both hands
Around the town every evening
He smells of Gvendur from ages past
He was heard walking slowly and quietly
Through every street late at night
His heartache with a smile on its way
If a young boy and a maiden fair
He only saw them not ignite
But left them with a melancholy shade of blue
In reminiscing childhood time
He looked again, at the sweet maiden
He wrapped her tenderly, so young and small
He gave light into both hands
Around the town every evening
He smells of Gvendur from ages past
Around the town every evening
He smells of Gvendur from ages past
With gray hairs clearly marked
By the light of lamps countless
He smells of Gvendur from ages past
He was heard walking slowly and quietly
Through every street late at night
His heartache with a smile on its way
If a young boy and a maiden fair
He only saw them not ignite
But left them with a melancholy shade of blue
In reminiscing childhood time
He looked again, at the sweet maiden
He wrapped her tenderly, so young and small
He gave light into both hands
Around the town every evening
He smells of Gvendur from ages past
He was heard walking slowly and quietly
Through every street late at night
His heartache with a smile on its way
If a young boy and a maiden fair
He only saw them not ignite
But left them with a melancholy shade of blue
In reminiscing childhood time
He looked again, at the sweet maiden
He wrapped her tenderly, so young and small
He gave light into both hands
Around the town every evening
He smells of Gvendur from ages past
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Icelandic
Hann veitti birtu á bádar hendur,
Um baeinn sérhvert kvöld
Hann luktar Gvendur á liðinni öld
Á gráum hærum gloggt var kenndur
Vid glampa á ljosafjöld
Hann luktar Gvendur á lidinni öld
Hann heyrdist ganga hægt og hljótt
Um hverja götu fram á nott
Hans hjartasá med bros á brá
Ef ungan sveinn og yngismey
Hann adeins sá hann kveikti ei
En eftirlét theim rókkur skuggablá
Í endur minning æskutid
Hann aftur leit, en ástmey blid
Hann örmum vafði fast svo ung og smá
Hann veitti birtu á bádar hendur
Um bæinn sérhvert kvöld
Hann luktar Gvendur á lidinni öld
Hann heyrdist ganga haegt og hljótt
Um hverja götu fram á nott
Hans hjartasá med bros á brá
Ef ungan sveinn og yngismey
Hann adeins sá hann kveikti ei
En eftirlét theim rókkur skuggablá
Í endur minning aeskutid
Hann aftur leit, en ástmey blid
Hann örmum vafði fast svo ung og smá
Hann veitti birtu á bádar hendur
Um baeinn sérhvert kvöld
Hann luktar Gvendur á lidinni öl
Um baeinn sérhvert kvöld
Hann luktar Gvendur á liðinni öld
Á gráum hærum gloggt var kenndur
Vid glampa á ljosafjöld
Hann luktar Gvendur á lidinni öld
Hann heyrdist ganga hægt og hljótt
Um hverja götu fram á nott
Hans hjartasá med bros á brá
Ef ungan sveinn og yngismey
Hann adeins sá hann kveikti ei
En eftirlét theim rókkur skuggablá
Í endur minning æskutid
Hann aftur leit, en ástmey blid
Hann örmum vafði fast svo ung og smá
Hann veitti birtu á bádar hendur
Um bæinn sérhvert kvöld
Hann luktar Gvendur á lidinni öld
Hann heyrdist ganga haegt og hljótt
Um hverja götu fram á nott
Hans hjartasá med bros á brá
Ef ungan sveinn og yngismey
Hann adeins sá hann kveikti ei
En eftirlét theim rókkur skuggablá
Í endur minning aeskutid
Hann aftur leit, en ástmey blid
Hann örmum vafði fast svo ung og smá
Hann veitti birtu á bádar hendur
Um baeinn sérhvert kvöld
Hann luktar Gvendur á lidinni öl
English
He gave light into both hands
Around the town every evening
He smells of Gvendur from ages past
With gray hairs clearly marked
By the light of lamps countless
He smells of Gvendur from ages past
He was heard walking slowly and quietly
Through every street late at night
His heartache with a smile on its way
If a young boy and a maiden fair
He only saw them not ignite
But left them with a melancholy shade of blue
In reminiscing childhood time
He looked again, at the sweet maiden
He wrapped her tenderly, so young and small
He gave light into both hands
Around the town every evening
He smells of Gvendur from ages past
He was heard walking slowly and quietly
Through every street late at night
His heartache with a smile on its way
If a young boy and a maiden fair
He only saw them not ignite
But left them with a melancholy shade of blue
In reminiscing childhood time
He looked again, at the sweet maiden
He wrapped her tenderly, so young and small
He gave light into both hands
Around the town every evening
He smells of Gvendur from ages past
Around the town every evening
He smells of Gvendur from ages past
With gray hairs clearly marked
By the light of lamps countless
He smells of Gvendur from ages past
He was heard walking slowly and quietly
Through every street late at night
His heartache with a smile on its way
If a young boy and a maiden fair
He only saw them not ignite
But left them with a melancholy shade of blue
In reminiscing childhood time
He looked again, at the sweet maiden
He wrapped her tenderly, so young and small
He gave light into both hands
Around the town every evening
He smells of Gvendur from ages past
He was heard walking slowly and quietly
Through every street late at night
His heartache with a smile on its way
If a young boy and a maiden fair
He only saw them not ignite
But left them with a melancholy shade of blue
In reminiscing childhood time
He looked again, at the sweet maiden
He wrapped her tenderly, so young and small
He gave light into both hands
Around the town every evening
He smells of Gvendur from ages past
Writer: ROBERT J. WALSH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group