i will return

funny what things i remember
and what of them i forget
i can still remember
as i walked through ground of Iceland
and maybe i forget some things
too fast

last few months were a true waste of time
-time that does not exist
: therefore there was no waste at all.

i travel around making sure that people ain't no good.
and from my travels i can only say
that people ain't no good if i show my weakness
those who do not take advantage from my weakness
are called stupid, or friends.
those who took advantage
i forget

come and look straight into my weakness
into my forgetting

what will you say?

this feeling , with icecold wind in my hair,
with icecold ground under my feet
with whispering mind
"will i return home?"
"am i home ?"
strenght from awareness of not knowing

and still Iceland sings to me
will i return


Hve blásnautt er hjarta sem einskis saknar

andskotans...