| Brestir (original) | Brestir (translation) |
|---|---|
| Djúpt í fylgsnum hugar | Deep in my heart |
| Sorginni hann leynir | The sorrow he hides |
| Á hana ekkert dugar | Nothing is enough for her |
| Kosti enga greinir | Advantages no article |
| Sama hvað hann reynir | No matter what he tries |
| Áhrif hefur á hans | Affects him |
| Ákvarðanir allar | Decisions all |
| Sjást í skini mánans | Seen in the moonlight |
| Brestir hans og gallar | His shortcomings and shortcomings |
| Myrkrið til hans kallar | The darkness to him calls |
| Deginum feginn hann er | Happy day he is |
| Stund milli stríða | A time between wars |
| En er dagur hallandi fer | But the day goes by |
| Aftur er þjakaður kvíða | Anxiety is tormented again |
| Slikju næturinnar | The icing on the cake |
| Umvafinn hann liggur | Surrounded he lies |
| Fangi sorgar sinnar | Prisoner of his grief |
| Hugsar bara hyggur | Thinks just thinks |
| Hrakinn bæði og hryggur | Repulsed both and sorry |
| Sú hugsun liggur, læðist | That thought lies, creeps |
| Að ófreskja hans vanda | To monster his problem |
| Sem stjórnlaust áfram æðir | Which uncontrollably continues veins |
| Um sálarinnar sanda | About the sands of the soul |
| Að endingu mun granda | In the end, it will hurt |
| Deginum feginn hann er | Happy day he is |
| Stund milli stríða | A time between wars |
| En er dagur hallandi fer | But the day goes by |
| Aftur er þjakaður kvíða | Anxiety is tormented again |
