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[Icelandic:]

¨­usund ar i or©£um
¨­usund or©£ sem hrista mig a hol
Ekkert ©­or, vi©£ ver©£um sarir enn
Eg ver©£ a©£ komast ut

¨­usund or©£ i arum
¨­usund ar sem segja allt sem er
Enginn ser, a bak vi©£ or©£in tom
Byr alltaf eitthva©£

Si©£ustu tarin a©£
Si©£ustu tarin stryk, eg burt
Si©£ustu ar um ©¡vina

Si©£ustu arin a©£
Si©£ustu arnar enda burt
Sarin saman ? ja, ©­au groa

¨­usund or©£ i drapum
¨­usund ar um minar kinnar renna tar
Svo©£usar, sem vi©£ saumum aftur saman
og holdum afram

Si©£ustu tarin af
Si©£ustu tarin stryk, nu burt
Si©£ustu ar um ©¡vina

Si©£ustu strain dreg
Si©£ustu arnar renna burt
Sarin saman ©­au groa

Sarin saman ©­au groa
Si©£ustu tarin renna burt
Sarin saman ? ja, ©­au groa
Ja, ©­au groa
Ja, ©­au groa

Nu er eg loks kominn heim

[English Translation:]

One thousand years in words
A thousand words which carve me to death
Without guts, we still get hurt
I need to get out

One thousand words in years
A thousand years which tell the whole story
No one sees, behind empty words
There's always something

The last tears shed
I wipe them off
The last years of a lifetime

The last years lived
The last rivers flow away
The wounds ? yes, they heal

One thousand words in deaths
A thousand years, tears run down our cheeks
Gashes, which we suture together
and so move on

The last tears shed
Now I wipe them off
The last years of a lifetime

The last straws are drawn
The last rivers flow away
The wounds, they heal

The wounds, they heal
The last tears flow away
The wounds ? yes, they heal
Yes, they heal
Yes, they heal

Now I'm finally home

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Heima
Sigur Ros

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