enskt í 2020: Dusk on the sound, day lingers no more The sun falls behind the horizon The fulmars fly full to the slumbering shore The memories stroke you, cold and sore at night from where dreams are arising [...] arising Streams on the sound, fast flowing in me a pinching of gruelling misgivings swirls round and round, begging, yearning for heed But rumble from gorges revels in glee at us and our loving and living
calamitous force among humans Where will I find shelter from you? Should I grow old and never be certain that I have a place to roam to In a foreign land far from my friends and my home I'm sitting in shade by [...] space to breathe I must flee from my home and my country though grieving accompanies me And that's why I’m sailing to faraway lands and holding my wheel with trembling hands :||: I must flee from my home [...] Heinesen (2012) Dusk on the sound, day lingers no more The sun falls behind the horizon The fulmars fly full to the slumbering shore The memories stroke you, cold and sore at night from where dreams are arising
the ability of Washington and its partners to enforce global rules. Their collective aim is to create an alternative to the current order, which they consider to be dominated by the United States.” (The [...] Palestina, men eisini úr Libanon, ið eisini hýsir iranskar ørindasveinar. “Tehran continues to provide Hezbollah with $700 to $1 billion per year in support, and the group maintains the paramount social, political [...] vantar bert at fáa Ísrael burtur, so er valdsásin hjá Iran - Islamiska Republikkin - fullkomin. “From River to the Sea”, er sanniliga ein geopolitisk ambitión hjá Iran, eins væl og hjá skutilsveininum Hamas
leave me hanging on To a shadow Skýli móti ódnini Tann Dylan, vit her hitta, er útiløgukatturin. Vit hitta hann aftur, rivnan og skræddan og einsamallan, í tekstinum Shelter From The Storm , av plátuni [...] burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail Poisoned in the bushes an´ blown out on the trail Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn Come in , she said, I´ll give you shelter from the storm . [...] øllum sínum dapurleika goymir í sær, paradoksalt, ein farra av lekidómi: You´re right from your side I´m right from mine We´re both just one too many mornings An´ a thousand miles behind Frúgvin á láglondum
var eitt navn, sum var við á øllum fløgunum, og tað var John Prine. Og so sang hann “Speed of the Sound of Loneliness”. Sang til pápa sín Síðan greiddi Hallur frá, at familjan hjá sær sat ímillum áhoyrararnar [...] senior. Øll kenna vit Johnny Cash við “San Quentin”. Á somu LP er eitt lag, sum eitur “Give my love to Rose”. Vit eru so heldigir, at blíva nr. 2 í Europa innan country við hesum lagi. So nú fáa tit lagið [...] hann, hvønn sang skulu vit taka? Og har komu nógv uppskot. Vit taka hendan, og so treiv hann í “Okie from Muskogee”. Mannafjøldin stóð nú øll uppi, og klappaðu taktfast til sangin. Og so gav Hallur øllum
