Samhljómur - Ásgeir

Nú er ég sál er fleytir fjörð og kyndir

Uppsker fjörur hreinar gæfulindir

Augun líta himin haf og tóna

Augun horf’a og leita þess sem leita má

Liggja flötum maga, hugsa, spá

Samhljómur, í fyrr og nú

Hver er sá er kylliflatur fellur

Einhver falinn hinsta baulið gellur

Augun líta grasi gróna skóna

Augun geyma drauma þess sem dreyma má

Dali yfirfyllt’a af von og þrá

Samhljómur, því ég er þú

Nú er ég sál er fleytir fjörð og kyndir

Uppsker fjörur hreinar gæfulindir

Augun líta grasi gróna skóna

Augun geyma drauma þess sem dreyma má

Dali yfirfyllt’a af von og þrá

Samhljómur, því ég er þú

Now I am a soul that floats a fjord and heats

Harvesting beaches of pure goodness

The eyes look at the sky, the ocean and the tones

The eyes look and search for what can be searched

Lie flat on your stomach, think, predict

Harmony, past and present

Who is the one who falls flat

Someone hid the last bullet

The eyes look like grassy green shoes

The eyes store the dreams of the one who can dream

Dali overflowing with hope and longing

Harmony, because I'm you

Now I am a soul that floats a fjord and heats

Harvesting beaches of pure goodness

The eyes look like grassy green shoes

The eyes store the dreams of the one who can dream

Dali overflowing with hope and longing

Harmony, because I'm you