Ynskt mál: Enskt
this song that is born
from the sorrow and started being forged
when with your handkerchief
the farewell you implied
I never believed that the oblivion
in the darkness (missing word)
in the harbor your image
which slowly disappears
those two kids
couldn’t imagine
that the deep waters
put them apart forever
I wandered around (missing word)
I was alone in the beach
to remember your hair
your red lips, your bright laugh
I am like a moon
and I just live through your light
What a weird feeling, hearing your voice in the horizon
I wonder if I exist in the sea of your dreams
the days are so long and so stubborn are the thoughts...
Yndis umsetingar
