I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. -Pablo Neruda

Rabu, 09 November 2011

Hopping Into Puddles

"Smiling
Spinning 'round and 'round
Holding hands
The whole world a blur
But you are standing

Soaked
Completely drenched
No rubber boots
Running in us
Want to erupt from a shell

The wind
And outdoor smell of your hair
I breathe as hard as I can
With my nose

Hopping in puddles
Completely drenched
Soaked
With no boots on

And I get nosebleed
But I always get up
(Hopelandic)

And I get nosebleed
But I always get up
(Hopelandic)"

(Translated from Hoppipolla by Sigur Ros)

SIGUR ROS


This is the ordinary :

Brosandi
Hendumst í hringi
Höldumst í hendur
Allur heimurinn óskýr
Nema þú stendur


Rennblautur
Allur rennvotur
Engin gúmmístígvél
Hlaupandi inn í okkur
Vill springa út úr skel


Vindurinn
Og útilykt af hárinu þínu
Ég anda eins fast og ég get
Með nefinu mínu


Hoppípolla
I engum stígvélum
Allur rennvotur (rennblautur)
I engum stígvélum


Og ég fæ blóðnasir
En ég stend alltaf upp
(Hopelandic)


Og ég fæ blóðnasir
Og ég stend alltaf upp
(Hopelandic)

Love to hopping into puddles with my wings :-)
Just having fun
a.u.

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