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Aldrei Fór Ég Suður

Song composer: Bubbi Morthens
Lyrics author: Bubbi Morthens


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Ég vakna oftast þreyttur, varla með sjálfum mér,
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en ég veit það er til annað líf en það sem ég lifi hér.
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Og þrá mín hún vakir, meðan þokan byrgir mér sýn.
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Mig þyrstir í eitthvað annað en gúanó, tékka og vín.
 
  
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Á fiskinum lifir þorpið, þroskurinn er fólkinu allt.
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Það þrælar alla vikuna, vaðandi slor og salt.
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Við færibandið standa menn en þeir finna þar enga ró.
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flestir þeir ungu komnir suður þar sem að draumunum er nóg.
 
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Langa dimma vetur vindurinn smaug í gegnum allt.
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Kannski var öllum öðrum hlítt en mér var allavegana kalt.
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Það bíða allir eftir sumrinu en biðin var löng og ströng.
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Bátarnir lágu tómir við kajan í kinnungunum söng.
 
 
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Faðir minn átti drauma sem dóu fyrir lítið fé.
                                                                 
Mig dreymdi um að verða að manni en ég náði honum aðeins 
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í hné.
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Ég gleymi seint þeim augum, gínandi botnlaust tóm.
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Gamall maður fyrir aldur fram með brostinn hrjúfan róm.
 
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Þegar ég var rétt orðinn sautján, um sumarið barst mér frétt,
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að sæta dúkkan hans Bensa í Gröf væri orðinn kasólétt.
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Næturnar urðu langar, nagandi óttinn með.
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Nelgdur ég gat ekki tekið til baka það sem hafði skeð.
 
Ebm F# C# 
                                                                        
Langa dimma vetur vindurinn smaug í gegnum allt.
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Kannski var öllum öðrum hlítt en mér var allavegana kalt.
Ebm F# C# 
                                                               
Það bíða allir eftir sumrinu en biðin var löng og ströng.
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Bátarnir lágu tómir við kajan í kinnungunum söng.
 
 
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Aldrei fór ég suður, alltaf skorti mig þor.
                                                                                     
Hvert einasta sumar var því frestað svo kom haust og svo
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vetur og vor.
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Nú er ég kominn á planið og ég pæli ekki neitt.
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Ég pækla mínar tunnur fyrir það ég fæ víst greitt.
 
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Ég hugsa oft um börnin mín bráðum kemur að því
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að þau bíða ekki lengur þau fara, hér er ekkert sem heldur í.
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Enn koma tómir bátarnir og bræðslan stendur auð.
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Baráttan er vonlaus þegar miðin eru dauð.
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Langa dimma vetur vindurinn smaug í gegnum allt.
Ebm F# C# 
                                                
Kannski var öllum öðrum hlítt en mér var allavegana kalt.
Ebm F# C# 
                                                               
Það bíða allir eftir sumrinu en biðin var löng og ströng.
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Bátarnir lágu tómir við kajan í kinnungunum söng.



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