Up in the north
isolated and alone,
a small island was created,
a thousand years ago.
Geography against the odds
Volcanos erupt giving everyone a scare,
except of course
to the people who live there.
Once a small state,
stands a new country proud.
Quietly thanking their parents,
for teaching them what they needed to know.
The citizens of the new republic shout;
Íslands þúsund ár!*
Íslands þúsund ár!
Ó, lands vors guð!*
Through Volcano eruptions,
putting Europe on pause.
And a financial crisis, threatening the young nation to fall
this little viking island has been through it all.
Translations (Icelandic):
Íslands þúsund ár - Iceland's thousand years
Ó, lands vors guð! - Our God's country!
(* : Taken from the Icelandic National Anthem)
