作曲 : Ólafur Arnalds

The sun is old on water

Yearling flakes keep whirling by

Carry me awry

Collapsing breaths discover

Turning hope, new-boarded highs

Receding howls dew the skies

Closing eyes recover

Amber light in wintry bed

Can you pull me under the cold, charred sea?

Whispered words of summer

Fallen ode, a bawling bless,

Serenades the water and carries me anew.

In softest air, a stutter

steers the heart away from the bane,

leaves the lasting sorrow and carries me anew.