Rismal [English translation]

Monochrome is my mind

Always there is winter here.

Where are the colors of northern summer,

the flower of youth, innocence?

Have the dreams of childhood

now aged away?

Yes it is hard to hang on to

life's apex

Formulas of light I write

in the blue half-light

Bakkus beseeches me to join

the shadows brothers

Old roofs fracture.

Do you hear the murmuring of the storm?

The core of hearts fill with ice.

Signs of spring are far away.

Between the end of night and start of dawn,

the children of men sleep.

And the cawing of seagulls echos

over the city of Reykjavik.