Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bláfjall, artist - Sólstafir. Album song Berdreyminn, in the genre Date of issue: 25.05.2017
Record label: Season of Mist
Song language: Icelandic
Bláfjall(original) |
| Sá aldrei feigðiná í augum þér |
| Sá aldrei ei dauðann, hann speglast í mér |
| Hann righeldur í mig og sleppir mér ekki |
| Hann torir |
| Ég sá hann aldrei fæðast í þér |
| Sá hann aldrei læðast að mér |
| Hann læðist að mér sem lyktarlaust gas |
| Hann læðist… |
| Æ, siðan er ég hræddur |
| Æ, siðan er ég flán |
| Æ, siðan er ég kvalinn |
| Lotningin fékk dóm |
| Æ, siðan ég varð maður |
| Æ, siðan óx mér þor |
| Hef stigið inn í óttann |
| Hef þegið dauðans boð |
| Fann aldrei veikina veikin í þer |
| Fann ekki andans hörgul hjá þér |
| Vitstola er, á mólinni ek út í tómið |
| Sá aldrei dauðann í augum þér |
| Sá aldrei feigðina fæðast í mér |
| Hun fegrast í mér, hún hæðist að mér |
| Ó, svo Lævis |
| Mig dreymdi svo oft úr rústum ég reis |
| Í fjörðinn ég hélt á ný |
| Við fjallanna rót, og við jökulsins bót |
| Og vakna í hinsta sinn |
| Sá aldrei feigðiná í augum þér |
| Sá aldrei ei dauðann, hann speglast í mér |
| Hann righeldur í mig og sleppir mér ekki |
| Hann torir |
| (translation) |
| Never saw the cowardice in your eyes |
| He never saw death, it is reflected in me |
| He holds on to me and does not let go of me |
| He torments |
| I never saw him born in you |
| He never saw me sneak up on me |
| It creeps up on me like odorless gas |
| He sneaks up… |
| Alas, then I'm scared |
| Alas, since I'm flamboyant |
| Alas, then I'm tormented |
| The reverence was judged |
| Alas, since I became a man |
| Alas, since then I grew brave |
| I have stepped into fear |
| I have accepted the invitation of death |
| Never found the disease sick in you |
| Did not find the breath in you |
| Madstola is, on the pier I go out into the void |
| Never saw death in your eyes |
| I never saw cowardice born in me |
| She beautifies me, she mocks me |
| Oh, so Lævis |
| I dreamed so many times from the ruins I rose |
| In the fjord I headed again |
| At the foot of the mountains, and at the foot of the glacier |
| And wake up for the last time |
| Never saw the cowardice in your eyes |
| He never saw death, it is reflected in me |
| He holds on to me and does not let go of me |
| He torments |