Mjørkaflókar leggja seg
Fog banks are lying
Sum ein dúnmjúk dýna yvir bygdina
like a fluffy duvet over the village
Tú stendur við gluggan og hyggur út
you stand by the window and gaze out
Í tokudalin
towards the foggy dale
Grátt út yvir grátt
Grey out over grey
Fjalt er alt sum var grønt og blátt
hidden is everything that was green and blue
Høgu fjøllini
the high mountains
Eru ballað inn
are cocooned
Í mjørkaflókar
in high fog
Eygu tíni eru fjar
Your eyes are distant
Sum síggja tey okkurt eingin annar sær
as though they see something no one else sees
Eg hevði ynskt eg sá við tínum eygum
I had wished I could see through your eyes
Tín veruleika
your reality
Grátt út yvir grátt
Grey out over grey
Fjalt er alt sum var grønt og blátt
hidden is everything that was green and blue
Høgu fjøllini
the high mountains
Eru ballað inn
are cocooned
Í mjørkaflókar
in high fog
Aldrin kendist tú
You never felt
So langt burturi sum nú
so far away as you do now
Men eg síggi teg
but I saw you
Gjøgnum opini
through the openings
Millum regndropar
between the raindrops