Her og nú

    Lena AnderssenMartin Joensen
    Orð: Lena Anderssen
    Lag: Ólavur Højgaard
    Týtt: Martin Joensen

    Eftir dimma ælið
    trein sólin fram so klár.
    Veturin fór eftir hæli
    og aftur birtist vár.
    Morgunroðin vitjar aftur
    eftir náttarmyrkrid svart.
    Uttan myrkur einki ljós
    – halt sinnið bjart!

    Ein nýggj rósa sprettir
    har onnur følnað er!
    Og um bert tú gáar eftir
    kanst tú broyta hesa verð.
    Allar gávur fært tú aftur,
    sum tú av hjarta gav.
    Beiskt og søtt tey fylgjast jú
    – liv her og nú!

    Ferðin er jú strævin,
    so tak ei ov nógv við.
    Tað einasta, eg má hava,
    er teg við mína lið.
    Tá ið stormar ýla
    tú finnur skjól hjá mær.
    Og um tú vilt teg hvíla,
    eg ansi tær.

    Allar gávur fært tú aftur,
    sum tú av hjarta gav!
    Beiskt og søtt tey fylgjast jú
    – liv her og nú!

    Promises to break

    Martin Joensen
    Orð og lag: Martin Joensen

    He´s standing on the porch watching her footprints in the snow.
    Doesn´t seem surprised that she made up her mind to go.
    Empty bottles, empty words was more than she could take,
    now he´s run out of promises to break.

    Never thought he´d feel this lonely, never thought he´d pray,
    never thought he´d get down on his knees to beg her stay…
    In his mind he hears her cry – what difference does it make?
    you´re run out of promises to break.

    Pride has brought him to the ground so many times before.
    And each time it crushed her heart to watch him hit the floor.
    He thinks of all the lonely nights he´s made her stay awake,
    waiting for his promises to break.

    Does he see before him her bright smile and sparkling eyes,
    when love was new and reaching for the skies?
    They built their home on care and trust here on the edge of town,
    he promised that he´d never let her down… he let her down.

    See the snowflakes gently falling on the frozen ground
    covering her footprints up without the slightest sound.
    Does he see the setting sun´s reflection in the lake,
    while he´s run out of promises to break.

    Now he finds a number on a torn and faded note
    that one dark night in a bar a guardian angel wrote.
    He finds the phone and calls the helpline as his fingers shake,
    he´s run out of promises to break…

    In from the rain

    Martin Joensen
    Orð: Martin Joensen
    Lag: Ólavur Højgaard

    I’m outside your house in the cold autumn rain.
    God knows, my arms can’t wait to hold you again!
    Please don’t deny me your sweet tender kiss,
    baby, don’t treat me like this!

    I said too much like so often before,
    baby, please open the door!
    Let’s talk it over, please, let’s start again,
    please let me in from the rain!

    The lights are all out and the curtains are drawn
    and when I call – you just don’t answer the phone.
    I’m sorry, dear, that I hurt you last night,
    sorry, I started the fight …

    Together

    Martin Joensen
    Orð: Martin Joensen
    Lag: Ólavur Højgaard

    We will walk this road together
    in sunshine as in stormy weather.
    We´ll walk through thick and thin,
    our love will always win.
    We will walk this road together!

    When those winter winds start blowing,
    they can’t blow out our sweet lovin’ !
    Together we will stand
    always hand in hand!
    We will walk this road together!

    We promised to be true
    under the sky so blue,
    in our youth so many years ago.
    Now the sun is sinking slow,
    but deep in our hearts we know,
    together we will walk this road of love!

    We have walked this road together
    in sunshine as in stormy weather.
    We´ve been through thick and thin,
    oh, the places we have been.
    We have walked this road together.

    We promised to be true
    under the sky so blue,
    in our youth so many years ago.
    Now the sun is sinking slow,
    but deep in our hearts we know,
    together we will walk this road of love!

    You’re not alone

    Orð: Martin Joensen og Ólavur Højgaard
    Lag: Ólavur Højgaard

    1. Why are you crying, why are you sad,
    why are you frightened, is it that bad?
    I won’t be leaving, I´ll stay by your side,
    friends stick together, let´s turn on the light!

    2. Life isn’t easy, life isn´t fair.
    Now you´re sad and lonely, he´s no longer there.
    Love´s pulled to pieces, dreams torn apart,
    it hurts to say goodbye to the one you love with all your heart.

    3. Though now you feel you´re all alone,
    one day you´ll see the pain is gone.
    Though it won’t be easy, you’d better move on,
    friends stick together when day is done.

    4. I know all your worries sadden your mind,
    It is not easy to leave the past behind.
    I won’t be leaving, I´ll stay by your side,
    friends stick together, let´s turn on the light!

    Tær løturnar

    Martin Joensen
    Orð: Martin Joensen
    Lag: Ólavur Højgaard

    Tær løturnar, vit høvdu saman,
    tá okkar´ heimur nýggjur var,
    enn glógva bjart! Tær lýsa skært
    sum gimsteinar í míni sál.

    Vit skuldu loysa lagnugátur,
    vit kvóðu kærleikanum prís!
    Og verðin øll var veitsluhøll,
    har vinir fevndust, vildu frið!

    Men skjótt vit lærdu, handan fría skinn
    ofta falsið húsast, – vit fingu høgg á kinn!
    Ei er alt gull, ið glitrar, vit sannaðu tá.
    Vit sóu heimin rilla og várið liggja eftirá.

    Vinni eg fram

    Orð og lag: Martin Joensen

    1. Gangi eg regntungar gøtur,
    kvøldið sítt ljós hevur kveikt.
    Horvnar nú ástarleiksløtur,
    horvið títt andlit so bleikt.
    Skundandi skuggar, ið heilsa,
    men eingin av teimum er tú.
    Hvar ert tú nú, mín kæra,
    svara mær, hjartað mítt, svara:
    Vinni eg fram,
    vinni eg fram,
    vinni eg fram til tín?

    2. Nátt yvir stórbýarverum,
    vetur við válarabál.
    Tyngist á hoknandi herðum,
    hvør køvdi mið mítt og mál.
    Leiða meg ljós út um garðar,
    føra meg vindar um høv.
    Hvar ert tú nú, mín kæra,
    svara mær, hjartað mítt, svara:
    Vinni eg fram,
    vinni eg fram,
    vinni eg fram til tín?

    Kom og dansa

    Orð: Chr. Holm-Isaksen
    Lag: Franz Lehár

    1. Kom og dansa, hjartanskæri skattur mín!
    Hoyr, fiólin káta kvøður hásong tín!
    Kvøður hátt um elskhug og um søtan gleim;
    lat hann bera okkum burt í annan heim!

    2. Kom og dansa, kæra, legg teg í mín arm!
    Lívgandi er hvíldin við tín mjúka barm.
    Lítla hjarta titrar eymligt móti mær,
    sum ein bangin dúgva sárt við veingjum slær.

    3. Fagra høvdið hvílir móti bringu blítt,
    fuglaungin kennir reiðrið fjálgt og lýtt.
    Skálkasøta brosið leikar vørrum á,
    spyr, um ikki skjótt tær munnu kossin fá.

    4. Eygu møtast – burt er horvið alt, sum er;
    eina sveima vit í eini dreymaverð.
    Søtt sum blóman angar, mjúkt sum aldan slær,
    streymar heitt tí unga yndi móti mær.

    5. Alt er skýmligt, eina dansa tú og eg;
    smáar varrar teska eymt: “Eg elski teg”!
    Ørur eg tær kyssi, streingir tagna brátt.
    Svunnin er ein fríð og føgur dreymanátt.

    Leygarkvøld í Havn

    Orð: Martin Joensen
    Lag: Ólavur Højgaard

    1. Sildarok í Singapore, rukkulív í London Town,
    – einki samanberast kann við leygarkvøld í Havn.
    Lat teg í tín besta jakka og tín bummullsvest,
    so fara vit í býin, nú skal tað verða fest!

    2. Gloym bert tínar hjartasorgir og títt undirbit.
    Vit skulu mála býin reyðan, Havnin skifta lit!
    Busta allar tínar tenn og kovboystivlarnar,
    – so skalt tú síggja millum menn, tær eingin kemur nær!

    3. Kom við mær á Káta Hornið, kvøldarkrákuting!
    Náttin gongur móti morgni, – reypa! Dansa! Syng!
    Gongulag í gongugøtu mangan tykiskt tungt,
    tó eftir hesa megnarløtu vit halda lagið ungt!