All that I had
In which I took delight
Out of sight
All that of which I dreamt
All that I was longing for
Now lost somewhere in time
Hidden in a heathen rhyme

Dreams that hold a nation
 [bad word] to turn
Misfortunes back around
Gaining ground
Time will return for dreams
Time for what we´re longing for
By law we built this land
Would that it forever stand

Dreams that hold a nation

Allt, sem þjóÐin átti og naut
Allt, sem hana dreymir
Allt, sem hún þráÐi og aldrei hlaut
AlþyÐustakan geymir