vit hava bygt henda stóra býin
har streymurin ferðast sum eiturkoppaspinn
fær alt við sum rørir seg á ein og hvønn hátt
frá harraleysum djórum til tjóvar á nátt
tokspor røkka víða út og mær leingist heim at strekkja míni troytu bein
fólkini ganga eftir vegnum í frakka
her hevur verið so kalt at áirnar frysta
ísurin bítur allastaðni hann kann
sjálvt tokini venja seg aldrin við kuldan
klokkan fylgir trúføst við tíðini skjótt rými eg herfrá, til gongu um eg má
mær tørvar at venda aftur til at liva smærri
at vera einsamallur við teimum eg kenni
har eingin hyggur eftir mær við undran
har eg dugi fuglanna sang frammanundan tokspor finnast ikki har, men eg veit ein veg
ið tó krevur tolsemi
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Railway tracks
We have built this endless city
Where the electricity flows like a spiderweb
It catches everything along the passage
From thieves in the night to lost animals
The railway tracks reach far away
And I long for home to stretch my tired legs
People walk the streets in winter coats
It has been so cold, the rivers are frozen
The ice it b***s everywhere it can
Not even the trains can get used to the cold
The clock faithfully keeps time
Soon I will move from here, by foot, if I have to
I need to return to a smaller life
To be alone with those that I know
Where no one looks at me strangely
Where I already know the song of the birds
Railway tracks aren't found there
But I know a way, if I have the patience
har streymurin ferðast sum eiturkoppaspinn
fær alt við sum rørir seg á ein og hvønn hátt
frá harraleysum djórum til tjóvar á nátt
tokspor røkka víða út og mær leingist heim at strekkja míni troytu bein
fólkini ganga eftir vegnum í frakka
her hevur verið so kalt at áirnar frysta
ísurin bítur allastaðni hann kann
sjálvt tokini venja seg aldrin við kuldan
klokkan fylgir trúføst við tíðini skjótt rými eg herfrá, til gongu um eg má
mær tørvar at venda aftur til at liva smærri
at vera einsamallur við teimum eg kenni
har eingin hyggur eftir mær við undran
har eg dugi fuglanna sang frammanundan tokspor finnast ikki har, men eg veit ein veg
ið tó krevur tolsemi
--------------------------------------
Railway tracks
We have built this endless city
Where the electricity flows like a spiderweb
It catches everything along the passage
From thieves in the night to lost animals
The railway tracks reach far away
And I long for home to stretch my tired legs
People walk the streets in winter coats
It has been so cold, the rivers are frozen
The ice it b***s everywhere it can
Not even the trains can get used to the cold
The clock faithfully keeps time
Soon I will move from here, by foot, if I have to
I need to return to a smaller life
To be alone with those that I know
Where no one looks at me strangely
Where I already know the song of the birds
Railway tracks aren't found there
But I know a way, if I have the patience