Þiire Gazele

Your charm has brought me to my knees
What can make the nightingales sing to the rose?
I longed for you, I gave my heart, I loved you so,
I longed for you, I gave my heart, I loved you.

To such a beauty, my heart's a gazelle,
I gave my heart to the poem, my heart's a gazelle.

If you leave me, wandering around,
Let my love stay true to this heart of mine.
I’ll get used to it, I’ll hold on, and I’ll burn for you,
I’ll get used to it, I’ll hold on, and I’ll burn.

I don’t even know this, without you I can’t smile,
I won’t give my heart away, I can’t let go of my heart.