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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Brennivín

 

Brennivín

(album: Land - 2008)


Aevi mín er eintómt hlaup
Efter brennivíni
Geturðu sett á glasið í Staup
Gömlu Fyllisvíni

Where I'm walking alone, thirst is my worst enemy
My measure of mead, treasure in need
Up to the Brim
One down on the heart can feel like the rain
Crying on dry desert sands
My story is sad, nothing to add
Days have been dim

Drink while you are able!

Aevi mín er eintómt hlaup
Efter brennivíni
Geturðu sett á glasið í Staup
Gömlu Fyllisvíni

I have squandered my days
Cold is the gold in my grip
Dark mold on my mound
All I have found
Deep in a jar
Too many a drunken poet has praised ale in a failed fairytale
My measure of mead, treasure indeed
Up to the Brim

Drink while you are able!

Aevi mín er eintómt hlaup
Efter brennivíni
Geturðu sett á glasið í Staup
Gömlu Fyllisvíni
...

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