Our King
Born in to this world
as the people´s king
to walk the earth
and faith to us bring

Along brought twelve
in his fathers name
but soon over spread
his religion and fame

Loved by some
to others a threat
so at last the day came
that he Augustus met

They tied his arms
and they hit his head
after beating and burning
to the hill him lead

Forever be the king
shouts the crowd so high
but on a wooden cross
our king has died.
 
Stefanía Bergsdóttir
1991 - ...


Ljóð eftir Stefaníu Bergsdóttur

Í gamla daga
Brú
dear mother
I miss you
..
Vatnið
Depressed
Sársaukinn
My face is a mask
He´ll use you
Vinir
Þótt himnar gráti
Our King
Hey mommy
Ég hata jólin
Bálið
Bæn
vond gleðinótt
Flaskan
reiði
Að eilífu
Andvaka bið
Missir
Mótmæli
Hjálpsemi
Kveðja
Sylvia í kjallaranum
Við höfnina
Í garðinum bakvið húsið
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