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.