Heimur hljóðlátur
Hreyfist ei har höfti
Hljómar grafarþögn
Enginn vaknaður
Enginn taktur hraður
Algert dauðalogn
Inn á við held ég
Viðarglætúr birta bál
Einn með mér sjálfum
Anda inn anda frá
Viðáttan er greið
Ferðamönnum og mér
Fyllir fjallasal
Klettar bergmálar
Bergmálar à höfðum
Úti dauðalogn
Inn á við held ég
Viðarglætúr birta bál
Einn með sjálfum mér
Nú sit ég með fast land unðir fót
Morguninn mættur
Með sitt logn á rót storin
Og múkk árast Ã
Og nú brjótum við dauðalognið
Hreyfist ei har höfti
Hljómar grafarþögn
Enginn vaknaður
Enginn taktur hraður
Algert dauðalogn
Viðarglætúr birta bál
Einn með mér sjálfum
Anda inn anda frá
Ferðamönnum og mér
Fyllir fjallasal
Klettar bergmálar
Bergmálar à höfðum
Úti dauðalogn
Viðarglætúr birta bál
Einn með sjálfum mér
Nú sit ég með fast land unðir fót
Morguninn mættur
Með sitt logn á rót storin
Og múkk árast Ã
Og nú brjótum við dauðalognið
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This song is so beautiful. When the angelic operatic voice comes in, I get goose bumps. It's so moving.
The translated lyrics are pretty straightforward. The narrator is alone, sitting just taking in the beauty of nature and the Earth, enjoying peace. I'm not sure what the morning brings to change it, but the operatic voice makes me think of the wonder of the morning sun bringing a new day.
@Forrykook I always thought it was about a very calm, peaceful dream, and then at the end the narrator is waking up from that deep sleep
@Forrykook I always thought it was about a very calm, peaceful dream, and then at the end the narrator is waking up from that deep sleep
The world very silent The air does not move Sound of grave silence There is no one awake There is no rapid tempo Total dead calm
Inwards I think Embers light a bonfire One with myself Breathe in breathe out
The expanse is open For travellers and I Fill the mountain range Cliffs echo Echo in our heads Outside it's dead calm
Inwards I think Embers light a bonfire One with myself Now I sit on firm ground The morning arrives With its calm against the storm And now the surfaces ripple And now we break the dead calm.