Do you remember what happened in Miðgará?
(I saw, I saw.)
A long time ago a song was made,
The poem is so beautifully written.
A hero who fought with our wings?
(I saw, I saw.)
Baldur who fought manfully that day,
Died so we could live.
Wandering still through the chilly lava,
Repelled by a glinting specter.
The heat from the fire is really comforting,
here people sleep in huts.
(Evening from the north, cold in the hills,
knock at the door darkly black .
So we waited so long
for it to be bright again.)
(Trust mat of the right run
row is the wind howls.
All sorrows sleep now,
Sleep, my young love.)

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