Brestir [English translation]

Deep in the recesses of his mind

he conceals his sadness

nothing can be done about it

it no makes no difference

no matter how he tries

It effects

all his decisions

in the moonshine

his frailties and weaknesses are revealed

the darkness calls him

Happy in daytime when he is

momentarily between struggles

but when the day is dwindling

again he is plagued with anxiety

On such a night

he lies surrounded

a prisoner of his grief

in simple meditation

both shaken and sorrowful

That thought remains, creeping

towards his monstrous problems

that rush uncontrollably

about the sands of his soul

that eventually will be destroyed

Happy in daytime when he is

momentarily between struggles

but when the day is dwindling

again he is plagued with anxiety