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