Vor Í Vaglaskógi

The evening is ours and spring in Vaglaskógur
We should camp in the green berry field
Lead me, friend, into the grove from yesterday
The spring there below and the birch grove grows

Playing in the light
Luring and fragrant roses
Playing in the light
Luring the rejoicing breeze

Dew pearls glitter, peace moves through the valley
Dreams that come true, that stay in Vaglaskógur
Evening red glow on the crowberry heath
The calm is soothing, gentle and warm

Playing in the light
Luring and fragrant roses
Playing in the light
Luring the silent breeze