Negrasálmur. Raddsetning: Jester Hairston

Poor man Lazrus, sick and disabled.
Dip your finger in the water
come and cool my tounge
´cause I´m tormented in the flame
He had to eat crumbs from the rich man´s table
Dip your finger in the water
come and cool my tounge
´cause I´m tormented in the flame,

Rich man Divies he lived so well
Dip your finger in the water
come and cool my tounge
´cause I´m tormented in the flame.
And when he died he went straight to hell.
Dip your finger in the water
come and cool my tounge
´cause I´m tormented in the flame

Love to shout, I love to sing.
Dip your finger in the water
come and cool my tounge
´cause I´m tormented in the flame.
I love to praise my heav´nly king.
Dip your finger in the water
come and cool my tounge
´cause I´m tormented in the flame.

:,:I´m tormented in the flame:,:
Dip your finger in the water
come and cool my tounge
´cause I´m tormented in the flame.
:,:Dip your finger in the water
come and cool my tounge:,:
:,:dip your finger in the water
come and cool my tounge
´cause I´m tormented in the flame:,: