| Ískalt svart roðið flýtur áfram og aftur
| The icy black redness flows back and forth
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| Hvernig sem á dynur vertu hjá mér plastvinur
| Whatever the mattress, be my plastic friend
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| Gegnum glerið spyr
| Through the glass asks
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| Ó, hver ertu?
| Oh, who are you?
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| Veiddu mig, vil sjá kolsvart hár
| Catch me, want to see jet black hair
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| Veiddu mig, vil sjá barma ör
| Catch me, I want to see a scar
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| Veiddu mig, vil liggja í lófa
| Catch me, want to lie in the palm of your hand
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| Veiddu mig, vil sjá kolsvart
| Catch me, want to see carbon black
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| Þurri heimur, ég vil synda í burtu
| Dry world, I want to swim away
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| Gerviþarinn ertir mitt skinn og mig klæjar í
| The artificial algae irritates my skin and itches me
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| Sporðinn minn
| My tail
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| Veiddu mig, vil sjá kolsvart hár
| Catch me, want to see jet black hair
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| Veiddu mig, vil sjá barma ör
| Catch me, I want to see a scar
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| Veiddu mig, vil liggja í lófa
| Catch me, want to lie in the palm of your hand
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| Veiddu mig, vil sjá kolsvart | Catch me, want to see carbon black |