Ending the Faroese streak with one of the most beautiful love poems set to music.
1. Fagra blóma tú sum prýðir
fjallatindar berg og skørð,
bø og ong og grønar líðir,
hvat er fagrari á jørð?
>Beautiful flower, you who adorns
>mountaintops, rocks and passes
>Infields, meadows and green pastures
>what is more beautiful on earth?
Eina blómu tó eg kenni,
fagrast hon av øllum er,
sjálvt ei rósan líkist henni,
tað er hon eg valdi mær.
>But I know one flower
>that is most beautiful of them all
>not even the rose is like her
>that's the one I chose
2. Blómur spretta móti vári,
følna, tá ið heystið er,
mín, hon blóma man alt árið,
um so kalt og kavið er. –
>flowers bloom in the spring
>wither in the autumn
>my flower blooms all year
>even when it is cold and covered with snow
Einaferð hon bert kann blóma,
følnar hon, eg følni við.
Fylgja skal eg blómu míni,
til tann síðsta hvíldarfrið.
>But she can bloom only once
>when she withers, I wither, too
>I will follow my flower
>until the final rest.