Háflòð [English translation]
Háflòð [English translation]
White days are wading
through the marsh of the heart
and wake you up.
From the surface of the mind
I look into the depths
onto myself.
In the darkness of fear,
my soul whispers:
I love you
While the echo of the bygone
ripples through the water
and takes a nap.
You float on transparent wings
It's cold inside.
It's high tide
It pours from your eyes
It's high tide
And your forehead burns
It's high tide
The moon's teeth gleam.
Yes, you you you
alone can wake me up.
Yes, you you you
alone can wake me up.
Yes, you you you
alone can wake me up.
And a century-old sorrow awakens.
- Artist:Bubbi Morthens
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