Traduko - Angla-Islanda - Journey

Only a part of the field is sowed
nevertheless, setting off on another journey

Roaming the paths
Eyelids swollen
Scent of smoke
Song of a cicada

Losing sight of the steep hills far away
nevertheless, setting off on another journey

Lights turned out
Unfinished streets
You are home no longer
There's nothing but a cove here

Let's see what the children are playing
Let's see what the children are playing
A soft and gentle voice is calling

After the storm

During a ritual of trains, tracks and tunnels
Who will go and join you
on your journey to nowhere?