Ódýr [English translation]

The years slip from you like breadcrumbs tossed in the trash

They pile up on the heaps of broken dreams

You look back and think:

Why did I sell myself –

So cheap?

The nights you have left are numbered

Your life is a burned-out stub in a whirling ashtray

You look back and think:

Why did I sell myself –

As your ashes hit your coffin, no one recalls who you were

Nothing is as banal as a life about to end

You didn't stick to your guns enough for anyone to care to remember you

What comes next is the pit of black night and eternal misery in bottomless oblivion

I hide beneath a sheet

That the cold has covered

The night stares silently

It tells tall tales

The void is approaching

Barelegged, I fight back

I make my dying bed

I make my dying bed

The years slipped from you like breadcrumbs strewn into the trash

They piled up on the heaps of broken dreams

How often did you look back and think:

Why did I sell myself –

So cheap?

• Artist:Hatari
• Album:Neysluvara - EP