Litli Tónlistarmaðurinn
Björk
The Little Musician
Mom - are you awake my mom?
Mom - I want to come to you
Oh mom - it would be fun to be big
Then I would want to control both the band and the choir
Mom - you are lovely, my mom
I feel good coming to you
Oh but mom, I dreamt a dream about you
But then I woke up, and it disturbed me
You were a queen in a high hall
The band elves, men, and trolls
Played and sang at the same time
You were so magnificent
The trolls beat on the drums
The flower elves played on the flutes
The human men on the fiddles
And I on the mandolin
Mom.
All of us went up to you
Like flowers when the sun shines
In your embrace
Gifts flew all around
Most managed to grab their gift
Happy, I quickly got mine
But as I stepped on a stool
It wobbled almost falling
Oh mom - you are lovely, my mom
I feel good coming to you
Oh mom - it would be fun to be big
Then I would want to control both the band and the choir
