The water flows from high mountains
And depending on how tall it is
It is so bad to make love to him
The young one resists
The day passes, the night comes
It is dark on earth so fríða
In the morning we saddle up horses and ride. love binds me."
The day passes, the night comes
Darkness on the earth so beautiful
In the morning the horses are saddled to ride.
She followed him so far
To the gods began to separate
"That I turn back from here
It is not to my will."
The day passes, the night comes
Darkness on earth so beautiful< br/>In the morning, horses are saddled to ride.
Turið sits in the mountains of Norway
She opened grief and pain
So tenderly she sheds bloody tears
On both her arms
The day passes, the night comes
It's dark on earth so beautiful
In the morning the horses are saddled and ready to ride.