Brestir - Árstíðir

Djúpt í fylgsnum hugar

Sorginni hann leynir

Á hana ekkert dugar

Kosti enga greinir

Sama hvað hann reynir

Áhrif hefur á hans

Ákvarðanir allar

Sjást í skini mánans

Brestir hans og gallar

Myrkrið til hans kallar

Deginum feginn hann er

Stund milli stríða

En er dagur hallandi fer

Aftur er þjakaður kvíða

Slikju næturinnar

Umvafinn hann liggur

Fangi sorgar sinnar

Hugsar bara hyggur

Hrakinn bæði og hryggur

Sú hugsun liggur, læðist

Að ófreskja hans vanda

Sem stjórnlaust áfram æðir

Um sálarinnar sanda

Að endingu mun granda

Deginum feginn hann er

Stund milli stríða

En er dagur hallandi fer

Aftur er þjakaður kvíða

Deep in my heart

The sorrow he hides

Nothing is enough for her

Advantages no article

No matter what he tries

Affects him

Decisions all

Seen in the moonlight

His shortcomings and shortcomings

The darkness to him calls

Happy day he is

A time between wars

But the day goes by

Anxiety is tormented again

The icing on the cake

Surrounded he lies

Prisoner of his grief

Thinks just thinks

Repulsed both and sorry

That thought lies, creeps

To monster his problem

Which uncontrollably continues veins

About the sands of the soul

In the end, it will hurt

Happy day he is

A time between wars

But the day goes by

Anxiety is tormented again