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The Hurting
03:08
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Broken glass,
Torn up curtains
I feel it in my heart
Here comes the hurting.
She’s a crocodile,
Under the surface
She greets me with a smile
Here comes the hurting
She knows my soul
And She knows my troubles.
I kept it in the hole
but here comes the hurting
She come slow,
But She comes for certain
She never lets me go
Here comes the hurting.
Everybody’s got a devil to drag.
Everybody’s got some dirt in their bag.
Show me how to hold a shattered heart.
I did wrong
Got no excuses
I’ve held on for too long,
And here comes the hurting.
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2. |
Lady Winter
03:46
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Out in the night
As the snow and stars danced discreetly
A glorious sight
In the gloom consumed me completely
And her gaze is like the moonlight
And her gaze is like the moonlight
And her gaze is like the moonlight
That drives a man insane.
Out the sound rang
In a choir of heavenly clangour
Oh how she sang
And her song was all that I longed for
And her voice is like a river
And her voice is like a river
And her voice is like a river
That tears your soul apart
Tell her I’m scared
Running out of places to run to
And now, I’m there.
Losing all that’s worth holding on to.
And our love was like the ocean
And our love was like the ocean
And our love was like the ocean
That sinks the strongest ship.
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Morgunn
03:51
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Lítil fugl í leyni
lúrir undir steini.
Kveður senn sitt næturskjól.
Lítil sála læðist,
ljós í fjarska glæðist,
gáir móti morgunsól.
Dvínar dalalæða
dormar milli hæða.
Fagnar sólu sérhvert blóm.
Ljómi lautir baðar,
lítil hjörtu hraðar
slá við lífsins bjarta hljóm.
Ljósið loga kveikir,
lifnar sálin tætt og köld.
Mætir nýjum degi.
Hugur hýrnar, vaknar,
heimurinn sindrar, allt er nýtt.
Sólin faðm út breiðir,
umvefur allt.
Háa yfir hnjúka
himins fingur strjúka.
Morgunglóðin heilsar hlý.
Ský af himni hopar
hörfa daggardropar.
Fagnar degi veröld ný.
Ljósið loga kveikir,
lifnar sálin tætt og köld.
Mætir nýjum degi.
Hugur hýrnar, vaknar,
heimurinn sindrar, allt er nýtt.
Sólin faðm út breiðir,
umvefur allt.
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Haustvindar
04:38
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Sumarið kvatt, sem aldrei kom,
og haustið, svo traust, í hlaðið reið.
Settlega svæfði alla von
um sólríka daga og kvöldin heið.
Um sólríka daga og kvöldin heið.
Skýin nú hörfa stundarbil
og sólin loks í hæðni skín
Fuglar í nótt fá sjónarspil
á flugi þúsund trampólín.
Þeytast hjá þúsund trampólín.
Þungir vindar blása
þvert á alla ása.
Jólatré fjúka um götur hér og þar
Vonum feykt af stalli,
vanrækt grill á palli
minnir á ótal brostnar væntingar.
Kaldar lengjast nætur,
kaldir, blautir fætur.
Rignir nú strítt á okkar stirða geð.
Ljós í regni glansa,
lauf í vindi dansa.
Ekkert í boði nema dansa með
Haustvindar, haustvindar,
takið mig með, takið mig með!
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5. |
Cheap imitations
03:51
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Dressing up for occasions that never arrive
Consuming like fires, never quenching.
What's wrong with this picture?
Cheap imitations of life,
astroturf green and Barbie doll pink,
what's wrong with this picture?
The naked truth stares me in the eye,
as I lie on my pillow.
Beauty undresses before me
but still I prefer the lie,
What's wrong with this picture?
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Einn ég dvel og velti um heiminn vöngum.
Bærist laufið græna, bærist laufið græna.
Hérna get ég setið stundum löngum,
syngur lækjarspræna, syngur lækjarspræna.
Undir birkitré, undir birkitré,
allar heimsins þrautir og þrár verða smáar eins og ég.
Undir grænu birkitré, birkitré.
Engin tár og engar lífsins sorgir,
bærist laufið græna, bærist laufið græna.
Aðeins gola og gullnar skýjaborgir,
syngur lækjarspræna, syngur lækjarspræna.
English Translation
Alone I sit and ponder the world
as the green leaf flutters
Here I can dwell for long hours
as the gentle spring sings.
Under a birch tree, under a birch tree
all of life's troubles and desires become small just like me.
Under a green birch tree, a birch tree.
No tears and none of life's sorrows,
as the green leaf flutters.
Only the breeze and golden cities in the clouds
as the gentle spring sings.
credits
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Ölduslóð (Repainted)
04:09
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Ölduslóð, báruljóð,
bundin í orðum.
Norðurglóð, geislaflóð,
gengum við forðum.
Myndirnar svarthvítar
og allt sem í þeim býr.
Allt sem var og alls staðar
er minningin um þig svo skýr.
Myrkur sjór, mjúkur snjór,
mættumst í leyni.
Stjörnukór, kuldaskór,
sátum á steini.
Myndirnar svarthvítar
og allt sem í þeim býr.
Alls staðar og allt sem var
er minningin um þig svo skýr.
Loforðin týndust eitt og eitt,
en draumarnir lifa enn
þó allt sé breytt
Ölduslóð, báruljóð,
bundin í orðum.
Norðurglóð, götu hljóð,
gengum við forðum.
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8. |
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Yfir hóla og yfir hæðir
langar mig að sýna þér.
Bakpokar og gönguskór,
lítinn stað sem ég hef fundið mér
Yfir hóla og yfir hæðir
Yfir hóla og yfir hæðir
kræklótt lyggur okkar leið,
bældur mosi, angandi lyng
Við horfum hugfangin á hrafnaþing.
Yfir hóla og yfir hæðir.
Yfir hóla og yfir hæðir,
sérðu það sem ég sé?
Lækjarspræna og laufið græna,
ég færi þér mín helgu vé.
Yfir hóla og yfir hæðir.
English Translation:
Over hills and over heaths
I want to show you.
Backpacks and walking shoes,
a little place I have found for myself.
Over hills and over heaths.
Over hills and over heaths.
our winding paths lie.
Subdued moss and the scent of heather.
We watch the ravens congress in awe.
Over hills and over heaths.
Over hills and over heaths
do you see what I see?
A gentle spring and the green leaf,
I bring you to my sacred hidden place.
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Don't need no money to buy for.
Don't need a country do die for.
Don't need a lover to lie for.
Don't need no reasons to cry for.
Don't need a life,
filled with anguish, hate and strife.
Don't need a cue don't need a clue,
all I really need is you.
Don't need a big car to choke in.
Don't need a cigar for smokin'.
Don't need a bottle to drown in.
Don't need no reasons for frowning.
Don't need a glove,
to keep my hands away from love.
No reasons new for feeling blue,
all I really need is you.
Just need a good friend to talk to.
A destination to walk to.
Soft sunny mornings for striding.
While birds on windgusts are gliding.
Just need a song
and my world can sing along.
River blue and worries few,
all I really need is you.
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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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