Salka Valka by Halldor Laxness

On a grassy meadow by the sea, a few poor girls are dancing and singing songs. It's so fun on this Sunday of life.

Seagull's the bird on the shore standing there; they take each other's hands and dance around once in a circle. But it's as if there is no tune to this verse, and it's impossible to dance to a verse that has no tune. in his cap silky pale, in his cap silky pale, and they stop mid-dance. that's buttoned beneath his fair-colored hair, says one, after the others had stopped singing, and they all start laughing. They pull up their stockings, which have holes at the knees, and talk all at the same time. Then they try once more: the bird on the shore, he's a brother of yours, the bird on the shore, he's a brother of yours, the bird on the shore- and they stop again. Their circle breaks.