Ólafur Arnalds
Ólafur Arnalds
Ólafur Arnalds & Arnór Dan
Ólafur Arnalds & Arnór Dan
Ólafur Arnalds
Ólafur Arnalds & Arnór Dan
Ólafur Arnalds
Ólafur Arnalds
Ólafur Arnalds & Arnór Dan
Ólafur Arnalds
Ólafur Arnalds
Ólafur Arnalds
Ólafur Arnalds & Arnór Dan
Ólafur Arnalds
Speak slowly, tongue of winter
Leak only strokes of bright moonlight
These streets I‘ve weaved with hunger
Repeatedly with white sheet eyes
Quiver through the nights
Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear
This city croons to me, no other
With dark descending phantoms
Haunts hoary heads the longest wail
Their hollow beat of footsteps
Will follow me midst snowy trail
Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear
This city croons to me, no other
Releasing all too soon, I’m near;
To her my chest gives in, no other
(The grieving streetlights monitored me well, since all was but frost)
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