heima

sigur ros

thusund ar i ordum

thusund ord sem hrista mig a hol

ekkert thor

vid verdum sarir enn

eg verd ad komast ut

thusund ord i arum

thusund ar sem segja allt sem er

enginn ser

a bak vid ordin tom

byr alltaf eitthvad

sidustu tarin ad

sidustu tarin stryk

eg burt

sidustu ar um aevina

sidustu arin ad

sidustu arnar enda burt

sarin saman - ja

thau groa

thusund ord i drapum

thusund ar um minar kinnar renna tar

svodusar

sem vid saumum aftur saman

og holdum afram

sidustu tarin af

sidustu tarin stryk

nu burt

sidustu ar um aevina

sidustu strain dreg

sidustu arnar renna burt

sarin saman thau groa

sarin saman thau groa

sidustu tarin renna burt

sarin saman - ja

thau groa

ja

thau groa

ja

thau groa

nu er eg loks kominn heim

one thousand years in words

a thousand words which carve me to death

without guts

we still get hurt

i need to get out

one thousand words in years

a thousand years which tell the whole story

no one sees

behind empty words

there's always something

the last tears shed

i wipe them off

the last years of a lifetime

the last years lived

the last rivers flow away

the wounds - yes

they heal

one thousand words in deaths

a thousand years

tears run down our cheeks

gashes

which we suture together

and so move on

the last tears shed

now i wipe them off

the last years of a lifetime

the last straws are drawn

the last rivers flow away

the wounds

they heal

the wounds

they heal

the last tears flow away

the wounds - yes

they heal

yes

they heal

yes

they heal

now i'm finally home