Coru (tí eg haldi framvegis alt snýr seg um hana). Speak to me now It´s getting dark and cold out here And I need someone to talk to, someone to keep me warm All through this night ... Tað dapra myrkrið [...] Conversation With Cora streymar eitt ólýsiligt, skelvandi og órógvandi huglag. You have a mean streak inside I should have known when I first met you You only think of yourself, you´re completely hollow syngur [...] leysir klangir sveima umkring í blandi, til Atli tekur orðið: Where are you? Where have you gone? I left you in an open field In the dark, somewhere clutching at straws far from home Alt ruggar ikki rætt, úti

my lover comes to me And tells me of her dreams With no attempt to shovel the glimpse Into the ditch of what each one means At times I think there are no words But these to tell what´s true And there are [...] here all day It´s too hot to sleep, time is running away Feel like my soul has turned into steel I´ve still got the scars that the sun didn´t heal There´s not even room enough to be anywhere It´s not dark [...] næstseinasta regla í tekstinum kanska geva eina ábending um: Don´t even hear a murmur of a prayer It´s not dark yet, but it´s getting there Dylan og skúlin Sum fleiri ferðir nevnt varð skaldskapur helst