sær fast innnan føroyska tónleikaheimin, serliga við stakløgunum “Brace Myself”, “Score Music” og “I Put On This Dress Only For You”. Eftir ætlan, gevur Sakaris út nýggja fløgu í ár.
sum tittullagnum og ‘Brace Myself’, hevur SAKARIS útgivið trý nýggj løg í 2014, ‘Score Music’, ‘I Put On This Dress Only For You’ og ‘Downer’. Og møguliga er ein nýggj fløga á veg í 2015, skriva G!-fy
Ironically against-whale-hunting-people ignore the big problems animals around the world are in, and put all their focus on the sort which gives blood-pictures. The argument seems to be that whales are so
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gamle institution”. ”Danskere og færinger er så fjernt fra hinanden – både mentalt og fysisk”. ”Vi putter penge i noget vi ikke får noget for”. ”Hvorfor skal vi betale for deres tuneller” ”Færøerne nasser
»Gøtumaðurin tók hvønn nærdyst, hann kundi, spardi seg ongantíð og var deiliga ósmæðin á vøllinum. »Put the fucking ball out!«, rópti Atli einaferð eftir franskmonnum, tá ein av okkara lá skaddur« – Tá
í fleiri miðlum uttanlands. Eitt nú skrivar Swimming World Magazine soleiðis: Faroes’ Pal Joensen put on a show in the men’s distance race for the day, turning in a victorious time of 7:36.24. That performance
at: The summit in September in New York is our chance to broker an international commitment that puts noncommunicable diseases high on the development agenda, where they belong. Kanningar hava víst,
at: “The summit in September in New York is our chance to broker an international commitment that puts noncommunicable diseases high on the development agenda, where they belong.” Kanningar hava víst,
mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves [...] talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For
