The caged bird sings with a fearful trill, of things unknown but longed for still. And his tune is heard on the distant hill, for the caged bird sings of freedom.
Búr fuglurin syngur óttafulla trillur, um ókend ting, og tó longsli eftir teimum. Og sangur hansara hoyrist langan veg, tí búr fuglurin syngur um frælsi.