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

Kamis, 10 November 2011

Glowing Sun

Now you are waking up
Everything seems different
I look around
But I see nothing at all

Tie my shoes so
Is she still in her pajamas?
In a dream she was born
I'm startled
But the sun, is it her?
Where is she? In here?

But where are you?...

Go for a walk (I go for a walk)
And roam the streets
Can't see a thing (I can't see a thing)
And so I use the stars
She runs endlessly
And climbs out thus
She's the Glowing Sun
And comes out

I awake from a dream
To find my heart pounding, my hair tousled
Step out in front of the bed and see filthy shoes

And here you are, I'm feeling
And here you are, Glowing Sun
And here you are, Glowing Sun
And here you are, Glowing Sun
And here you are...

(Translated from Glosoli by Sigur Ros)


SIGUR ROS


Nú vaknar þú
Allt virðist vera breytt
Ég gægist út
En ég sé ekki neitt


Á skóna bind svo
Á náttfötum hún?
Í draumi barst hún
Ég hrekk í kút
En sólin, er hún?
Hvar er hún? Inní hér?


En hvar ert þú?....


Legg upp í túr (Ég legg upp í túr)
Og tölti götuna
Sé ekki út (Ég sé ekki út)
Og nota stjörnurnar
Hleypur endalaust hún
Og klifrar svo út
Glósóli-leg hún
Og komdu út


Ég vakna draumi úr
Mitt hjarta að slá, úfið hár
Stíg rúmi framúr sé skítuga skó


Og hér ert þú, fannst mér
Og hér ert þú, Glósóli
Og hér ert þú, Glósóli
Og hér ert þú, Glósóli
Og hér ert þú...

Just remember that you're special..
Like the sun when glowing up into earth's sky..

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