Birds



Guðrun í Jákupsstovu er 17 ára gomul, gongur í 1g í Hoydølum og hevur verið búsitandi í Íslandi seinastu árini. Hon helt tað vera skammiligt, at evsta umboð fyri íslendsku stjórnina varð háað í Føroyum fyri tað hon var. Hon gjørdi av at skriva hesa yrkingina at lata inn í enskum í farnu viku. Vit á Fregnum fegnast um, at ung fólk taka støðu til slík mál og siga sína hjartans meining. Vit prenta tí yrkingina í dag. / Jonhard Mikkelsen

Three little birds are sitting on a wire

“Silence! To tell of a place, I have a desire”,

twitters the first bird, all coated in blue,

“of a people so nasty, you’ll be damned it’s true”



I flew past a woman, a representative of her land

She held herself dignified, with her wife in her hand

This rare sight made me want to sit down in wonder

But the disapproving birds were too many in number



So I kept flying, and I saw a white-hooded crowd

Sharpening their teeth with their voices so loud

Repeating in chorus, words of a grim-looking man

Quoting his bible as he spoke for his Klan



This sight made me shiver with discomfort

I turned to fly, but suddenly bells rang in alert

There had been a collision, and a rotten smell started to spread

The grim-looking man showed his colours, what was his daily bread



The blue-coated bird broke off his story

“I’m not gonna tell you more, I am sorry”,

“but would you come with me back to this place?

Together we could raise our voice against this disgrace.”

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