(The wind is blowing and the spring is freezing,
Friday winter is coming.
Above the elves are awake,
inside is a flame of joy.)< br/>(A wolf howl is heard,
the wolf is crying.
A baby elf in a crimson skirt,
crowds up to the ground.)
Collapses and The ravine trembles,
weep for me, the lean beavers.
At home they themselves live,
here the beautiful elves sleep.
(various in the forest is a shelter,
a shelter is full of praise.
Let's read a book,
lay down and sleep.)
( Elf children in this temple,
no cry is heard.
Roaming under giants, trolls.
The elf street is running. )
ir:
Silence clears the path,
grief cuts lamentation.
Líja u200bu200bangers the elves,
arms need Veinð.)

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