It's wet in the middle With a shell around it It's called life It goes wherever it wants to Don't try to predict it Then you'd offend it It's meant to
Serdu ra?mbudansinn duna na?, Da¶nsum thva, eg og tha?. Svifum lett um golfid til og fra?, Ta¶frabra?, logathra?. Er thad draumur eda ert tha? her
It may not always be so And I say And if your lips Which I have loved Should touch another's And your dear strong fingers clutch Her heart As mine in
Fyrir ofan Vatnajokul Ekki langt fra odadahraun Par a fusi hreindyr heima Par ferdast hann a laun Hann fusi hreindyr syngur Vid fossanid og kvak
Hafandi eyraa° a vasanum Hafandi augun a skonum a?starbref a maganum Va¶nd af kossum a munninum Kyrr! Hafandi haf af girnd Hafandi loa°na la¶ngun
*shipping noises* scolanscolan scolanscolan scolanscolan scolanscolan scolanscolan SCANSCANSCAN SKSKSKSKSKSKSsksksksksksk Brrbrbrbbbrbrehheee Im Gibberish
Ba¦rinn minn Ba¦rinn minn og a?inn Sefur sa¦ll a kyrra° Fellur mja¶ll Hljott a ha?mi a? ja¶ra° Grasia° mitt Grasia° mitt og a?itt Geymir mold til vors
'ekki hlusta' saga°i eg a?a¦r gefa a?er ra¶ng skilaboa° a?a¦r a¦fa sig a aa° and'inna hjartaa° bull og vitleysa elskaa°u alla og "I love you" og allir
Hun a heima i husinu ?arna ?ar heim fyrir utan Grabblar i mold me? fingrunum Og munninum, hun er fimm ara ?r??ir orma upp a bond Geymir kongul?r i vasanum
It's soft in the middle With a shell around it It's called life It goes wherever it wants to Don't try to predict it Then you'd offend it It's meant
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Kelis: I am the continent, working with the moon No one even knows me But I'm always cold and blue I revolve around the earth There are worlds of things
a?ia° kannizt via° jolaka¶ttinn - sa? ka¶ttur var gria°arstor Folk vissi'ekki hvaa°an hann kom ea°a hvert hann for Hann glennti upp glyrnurnar sinar
I have a recurrent dream Everytime I loose my voice I swallow little glowing lights My mother and son baked for me And during the night They do a trapeze
I am leaving this harbour Giving urban a farewell Its habitants seem to keen on God I cannot stomach their rights and wrongs I have lost my origin