Black and white in my mind
Always winter here.
Where are the colors of the northern summer,
youth, innocence?
The dreams of childhood
now up days?
Yes it is difficult to keep
sumarnón life.
Formulas light I write
in blue screening.
Bacchus me now offers in
shadow brothers invitation.
Failure of the old roofs.
Hear the voice of the storm?
Hearts filled Kuli,
so far vorboðann.
Between the interval and date of issue
sleep the children of men
and seagulls garg echoes
the City of Reykjavík.