Árbakkinn [English translation]

In a blue dream

Is she comfortable

With a frisky game

On ropes and rapids

And impish splashes

On a grey stone

In a hide-out and dead water

Is she possibly on a move

With modest charm

Down the river

Ever reborn

And astonishing

She commits that art

Which is the most beautiful

From ancient fire

The ground of sound is created

I hear the noise

In my heart

I hear the noise

In my heart