Elskaði [English translation]

Beloved

The night was ours

Fire and play

The morning a key

Between our warm bodies

Beloved

I stand by the river

Mirrored and obscure

I bow my hands down

I feel the frozen pull in me, still

What did it matter

that I was yours?

What did it matter

that you were mine?

Until the next turn of the tide

Until the next turn of the tide

Beloved

I snuff out the embers

kiss the little ones

Loosen the grip

on your key, which cut into my palm

Beloved,

I take back the night

Unlock it now

I choose the cold and the vast expanses

Below, everything awaits me, still

What did it matter

that I was yours?

What did it matter

that you were mine?

Until the next turn of the tide

Until the next turn of the tide