Hvar [English translation]

The light begins it all,

Comes creeping and my perception is

transformed, like each memory that was

Waiting on the wind

Waves stretch (across the grey rocks)

better to be silent (as if I never knew her)

Perhaps I could try (for another eighteen years)

with nothing but the wind to push me on

what could have been a sanctuary

We’ll never find again

Surround by the depths

Every man is an island

Waves stretch across the grey rocks,

From here on I will keep silent and try to pretend I never knew her

Perhaps I could try for another eighteen years

with nothing but the wind to push me on

• Artist:Árstíðir
• Album:Svefns og vöku skil