Fjall - Rökkurró

Hann faldi sig í fjallinu

fjarri gömlu lifi

fylgdist með

hvernig hans minning hvarf.

Hann fann hvar efinn greip í hann

óttinn sló hann niður

illa særður af sektarkennd.

Hann reyndi að gleyma

hann reyndi að gleyma

en það sat svo fast

hann vildi snúa aftur

hann vildi öllu breyta

en hann var fastur.

Dimman myndir sóttu að

orðir eltu hann líka

bergmáluðu í fjöllunum.

Það litla þrek en eftir var

óðum yrði þrotum

örmagna

hann fann enga leið

Hann reyndi að gleyma

hann reyndi að gleyma

en það sat svo fast

hann vildi snúa aftur

hann vildi öllu breyta

en hann var fastur.

Vinur,

horfðu í átt og þú munt sjá

hvert fuglarrin fljúga og allt verður bjart.

He hid in the mountains

away from the old life

watched

how his memory disappeared.

He found where the doubt gripped him

the fear struck him down

badly wounded by guilt.

He tried to forget

he tried to forget

but it was so stuck

he wanted to return

he wanted to change everything

but he was stuck.

Dark pictures attended

words followed him too

echoed in the mountains.

That little endurance but was left

would become swollen

exhausted

he found no way

He tried to forget

he tried to forget

but it was so stuck

he wanted to return

he wanted to change everything

but he was stuck.

Friend,

look in the direction and you will see

where the birds fly and everything will be bright.