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Svavar Knútur - Brot
04:49
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Engir stormar í nótt hafa að mér sótt
Aldrei þessu vant
Ég hef gengið á skjön, allt mitt líf og plön
lenda upp á kant.
Og þó ég geti stundum reynt, að sigla í lífinu beint
Sækir óreiðan að.
Fyllir hugann af hríð heimsins harða tíð
Finn engan felustað.
Fæ ég í dag kannski stundarfrið
Finn ég á þessum stað tímabundin grið, Eitt andartak.
Ég hef hrakist um haf, sokkið á bólakaf
Siglt hjarta mínu í strand
Komist aftur á flot, fengið á sálina brot
ekki ratað í land.
Og þó að stundum virðist ró, illa gengur þó
Að lægja öldurnar.
Samt þá tilhugsun tel, að tímans stytti upp él,
mér til lífsbjargar.
Fæ ég í dag kannski stundarfrið
Finn ég á þessum stað tímabundin grið, Eitt andartak...
Fæ ég í dag kannski stundarfrið?
Finn ég á þessum stað tímabundin grið?
Gæti ég í smá stund, verið eins og þið?
Eitt andartak, eitt andartak,
Eitt andartak.
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The Curtain
03:03
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Sunbeam shining through a dewdrop,
hanging on an oakleaf, brings the thought of you,
naked, stepping from the shower,
your wet body glitters in the dusty hue.
Colors, sounds of birds and whispers,
all becomes a curtain, showing me a movie
of the way you move me, as the leaves blow by.
Ravens, hopping on a rooftop,
dancing in the twilight, crowing at the stars.
You, me, drunk from wine and music,
dancing after midnight, in abandoned bars.
Street lights, garbage trucks and traffic,
all becomes a curtain, showing me a movie
of the way you move me, as the leaves blow by.
Cats in heat, a busy street,
a siren in the night, a thousand sounds
that call me back to you.
Colors, sounds of birds and whispers,
all becomes a curtain, showing me a movie
of the way you move me, as the leaves blow by.
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Girl from Vancouver
04:30
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I’m in love with a girl from Vancouver
Maybe I’ll move there, maybe I’ll move there.
She’s so sweet, she’s got my heart in a hoover,
Girl from Vancouver, girl from Vancouver.
Ooooh…
She’s got a smile like an upside down rainbow
Where did my brain go? Where did my brain go?
How she does it, it’s so hard to explain though…
Smiles like a rainbow, smiles like a rainbow.
Ooooh…
She’s so sweet, like candy from a stranger.
Like a poisonous fruit, so pretty and red
She’s got eyes that radiate the danger.
I’d like to lay her on my lonely bed.
I lie back and I think of Vancouver
Someday I’ll move there, someday I’ll move there.
Think of her as she’s shaking that smooth hair,
Girl from Vancouver, Girl from Vancouver,
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Ástarsaga úr Fjöllunum
04:16
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Ég beið eftir þér,
ég beið langa stund eftir þér.
Og sól kom upp yfir snjóinn.
Og nú er ég hraun,
Ég er mosavaxið hraun.
En djúpt undir bergi slær hjarta,
slær tröllshjartað enn.
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Bátur bíður
03:16
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Skín sem bjartur silfurhringur
Skín þér ljúfi ljósvíkingur
Mánans öldublik á móðu
Mjúk og lygn í draumi hljóðum
Í draumsins ljóðum.
Með þér skal til morguns dvelja
Með þér himins stjörnur telja.
Gæta þín í blundi blíðum
Barnið mitt með hljóðum þýðum,
Á anda hlýði.
Undir stjörnum bátur bíður
Undan ströndu blítt hann líður
Horfin sorg í huldum straumi
Hlýnar sál í gullnum draumi
Gullofnum draumi
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6. |
Wanderlust
04:51
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Ain’t it hard to have a home
When all you’re longing for
is to ramble and roam.
It makes it hard to have a home.
And ain’t it good to say goodbye
Throw your troubles into the sky.
Makes it good to say goodbye
I have walked and I have strayed
So many roads, so many ways.
And I’ve stumbled, and I fell low,
So much to see, so much to show.
And ain’t it hard to have a home,
When all you’re longing for
is to ramble and roam.
It makes it hard to have a home.
And as the world, glides on by
on a train, a tiny sigh
leaves my mouth and greets the day,
drifts on south, floats away.
Ain’t it hard to have a home
When all you’re longing for
is to ramble and roam.
It makes it hard to have a home.
And ain’t it good to say goodbye
Throw your troubles into the sky.
Makes it good to say goodbye
Makes it sweet to say goodbye
makes it hard to have a home,
but kind of sad to be alone.
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Little Things
04:03
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There’s something you should know.
My love, before I go,
how you set my heart aglow, with all you are.
How you smile when you are weak,
And the way you stroke my cheek,
How you’ll always be unique, my guiding star.
And I get easily obsessed with small things
Like the flutters in my chest, your voice brings
and when I finally come to rest, it all rings true
Thank you for the little things you do.
I could wander for a while,
in the wonders of your smile,
every day, another mile, behind your eyes.
And I love it when you drink,
and your inhibitions shrink
and you make that dirty wink you can’t disguise.
And I get easily obsessed with small things
Like the flutters in my chest, your voice brings
and when I finally come to rest, it all rings true
Thank you for the little things you do.
How I love your gentle tone,
When your grandma’s on the phone,
and how you’ve always known my crazy ways
How you mumble in your sleep,
And how laughter makes you weep,
The memories we keep and lazy days.
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Þokan
04:55
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Myrk er þokan og mjó þau sund
sem marka leið í var.
Hljóður sit og hlusta um stund,
svo heyri fjallsins svar.
Lágan syng leiðartón,
landi fjarri enn.
Felur sig í fjarskanum,
finn ég áttir senn.
Fjallið tað er kvirt, men kennir teg
havið, sum berjir støðugt inn á seg
tokan hylur klettarnar
sum altíð fara at síggja veruleikan.
Læðist þokan lygn og mjúk,
Ljóð sem felur ótal leyndarmál.
Í sanginum finna vit sannleikan
Og sálin finnur í lögunum ljós.
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Úlfar
04:24
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Situr hjá mér snáðinn minn
Syngur út í alheiminn
og einhvers staðar bíður þín svar
Elsku Úlfar
Brosið þitt svo blítt og tært
Blasir við mér undurskært
Það græðir hjartans sárasta mar
Elsku Úlfar
Allt er hulið, ekkert sé
Ósprottið er lífs þíns tré
En sálin leitar ljóss alls staðar
Elsku Úlfar
Berðu vinur höfuð hátt
Heimsins gaman oft er grátt.
Enn gráttu ekki nokkuð sem var
Elsku Úlfar
Hlakka til að heyra og sjá
Hjartað þitt um heiminn slá
Fyrstu skrefin fylgjumst við þar.
Elsku Úlfar
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10. |
Slow Dance
07:42
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There we lay, in a low place
Waiting game, no rules no form
A crooked smile, spread on your face
All prepared for the coming storm
Our embrace, like a slow dance
moving with unyielding force
Waves of pain, gentle torment,
A rising tide with no remorse
We can work it out
We can work it out
We can do without the fear.
Hours pass in a slow ache
As I hold your tender frame
Then you fall, like a snowflake
Melting in the growing flame
We can work it out
We can work it out
We can do without the pain.
Come on baby one more go (try/annað),
you can do it! it's a miracle! it's swell!
Oh my god you're doing well! It's almost over!
Squeeze my hand we're almost there!
You can do it! Hold on baby! Something's wrong!
Come on darling! Just stay strong! It's almost over!
Come into the light
come into the light
welcome home
come into the light
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Svavar Knutur
A troubadour of humble beginnings and rural upbringing, Svavar Knútur's music tells stories of love, tragedies, sadness and redemption, looking back at his country's sad and shame-filled history. His voice always seem to strike a chord with his audiences, along with his decadently charming on-stage persona, his concerts at times comprised of stories within stories and songs within songs. ... more
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