Tu me manqueras.

Blessi mig.

Hljótt!

Hvað?

Kæri... ja.

þeir færðú fjötra í þeir neglð'ann svo hátt á krýsukross og þeir kölluð'ann þræla þý.

Mais qui est ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais? Je ne me souviens plus c'était tard dans la nuit, j'entend encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits.

"Il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que j'vous l'ai dit."

Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit...

Take a breath of cool clean air,
Take a stroll with shoulders bare,
Feel the soft sweet grass on feet,
Feel the breeze that dances wheat,
Taste the strings of flower dust,
Taste the brown of apple rust,
Smile at sunshine bright at noon,
Smile that springtime's here full bloom.

kristín gyða og ásthildur- ást!

Við gengum og sungum um lífsins gleði, fegurð og ást.

Hann brá upp myndum með töfrandi línum.

Hann hefur stækkað, því árin þau líða.

Ég sé hans andlit í stokkum og steinum.

"No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids look and look and look at all those X's..."

"And?"

"No damn cat, no damn cradle."

Down from my ceiling
Drips great noise
It drips on my head through a hole in the roof

Behind these two hills
Hears!
There's a pool

And when I'm swimming
In through a tunnel I shut my eyes

Inside the cabin
I make sounds
In through the tubes I send this noise

Behind these two hills
Hears!
Fall asleep

And when I float in
Green grass of tunnel it flows back

Down from the ceiling
Drips great noise
It drips on my head through a hole in the roof