Nýfallið Regn - Ásgeir

Glymur í bárujárni, barist er um nótt.

Blikar á tár og kannski vantar sumarfró.

Húsið þar lekur, myndast alltaf mygla þar.

Minningar, drekar leiðast næstum allstaðar.

Stífum straumum fer, nálægt mér,

nýfallinn regndropaher.

Svartur á leikinn, svona á veröld þetta hér.

Svífur nú leikur máninn yfir þér og mér.

Enda þótt næði flesta daga kalt um kinn.

Komum og ræðum þetta saman, vinur minn.

Stífum straumum fer, nálægt mér,

nýfallinn regndropaher

Stífum straumum fer, nálægt mér,

nýfallinn regndropaher

Glymur in corrugated iron, fought at night.

Flashes of tears and maybe summer seeds are missing.

The house there leaks, mold always forms there.

Memories, dragons are bored almost everywhere.

Strong currents go, near me,

newly fallen raindrop army.

Black on the game, this is how the world is here.

The moon is now hovering over you and me.

Although most days it gets cold on the cheek.

Let's talk about this, my friend.

Strong currents go, near me,

newly fallen raindrop army

Strong currents go, near me,

newly fallen raindrop army