Eg siá dón. Hvier agi peilis hvier yá bèlinki? Dehn ohg tog far, agi no hvat ag hsófa by. Sinting agit hrigt. Mínkjarloð, dehn miná vutru. Auf no, juþ laif miná by.
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Hte cilt á-mjarka. Eg hsou yá hter. Yá juþ ðinki. Auf yá wel mink, hte Paskjarlinkar-Hvirtingi wel sahta og hten ag wel ful dón, siá winá nah hsou Hvirtayni, htah ir lóki ti hte Miðpahkinur. Htó Hvirtayni wel by hte syng if winár uhningi, fir thauri ogun tehnhtisandur yári. Og hten eg wel gauf yá yir nái næm. Mínkjarloð. Eg knèg yá hieri miná. Unskilfa yir oisá. Dehn kiþru fir to lingi. Ehri eg vieten fir yá ti disfur htó hterísingá.

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I am so down. Where is this place where you belong? Don't go too far, it's not what it should be. Something isn't right. Mínkjarloð, don't hurt me. If there is a way, show it to me. If not, just leave me be.
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The cold scape. I see You over there. You just think. If You will move, the distant black cloud will sing and then it will fall down, so we can see the mountains, that are looking at the dark skies. Those mountains will be the sign of our union, for three or for thousand years. And then I will give You Your new name. Mínkjarloð. I know You hear me. Open Your eyes. Don't sleep for too long. Here I am, waiting for You to rip those roots.

Á útjaðri sexstrending hafa hæð sem er jöfn hæð fimm sexstrending í miðju borgarinnar, og fjörutíu og fimm gluggum á framan og rok hlið. Hjúpaðar í brons rör, sungu þeir lágt dapur rödd, þegar himinninn var stormasamt.

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At the outskirts hexagons had a height equal to the height of five hexagons in the center of the city, and forty-five windows on the front and the windy side. Enveloped in bronze tubes, they sang low sad voice, when the sky was stormy.