Ole Kristiansen
Arnarulunnguaq
Aput nakkaarusaarpoq unnulersup qilaani
Aput nakkarusaarpoq aamma ilinni
Arnarulunnguaq sooruna nipaaqaat
Arnarulunnguaq iluatsissaqqaarpoq

Aput nakkaarusaarpoq unnulersup qilaani
Iluatsinngilarli nipangiussimalikkat
Arnarulunnguaq sooruna nipaaqaat
Arnarulunnguaq iluatsissaqqaarpoq

Sullerngit aputip matoorai
Isummavit matuuinnassanerlutit illit

Ingerlaliinnaleqaatit ullaassanngoreermat
Aniffigissuat taava aput nakkaarusaartoq
Arnarulunnguaq sooruna nipaaqaat
Arnarulunnguaq iluatsissaqqaarpoq

Sumiikkavit tappiillisuutit
Uummataaruffiup eqqaaviani
Qaamaneq malinnaallattaasoq
Soorlulimi puiuliinnaleqigit

Arnarulunnguaq sooruna nipaaqaat
Arnarulunnguaq iluatsissaqqaarpoq
Sullerngit aputip matoorai
Isummavit matuuinnassanerlutit illit

Arnarulunnguaq (The Great, Sweet Woman)

The snow is falling down quietly
From the sky of the evening
Arnarulunnguaq why are you so sad
Arnarulunnguaq, it will do

The snow is falling down, quietly
But what you kept quiet, did not do
Arnarulunnguaq why are you so quiet
Arnarulunnguaq, it will do

The insects are buried by snow
I wonder if your mind will bury you
Now you just leave because it is already dawn
You will come out to the falling snow

Where are you now since you have become blind
In the dump of the heart-breaking places?
The light that sometimes follows
You seemed to forget it

Arnarulunnguaq why are you so sad
Arnarulunnguaq, it will do