Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nón, artist - Sólstafir. Album song Ótta, in the genre Date of issue: 01.09.2014
Record label: Season of Mist
Song language: Icelandic
Nón(original) |
| Sólbrot yfir nátthaga |
| Læðist sifji nætur, stelur minni sálarró |
| Þögnin þung sem blóð |
| Brestur tónn eitt sinn fagur |
| Kyrrð í vetrarríki |
| Myrkrið mýkir glætan gul |
| Gæðir kuldann hlýjum yl er nótt fellur á ný |
| Nóttin þung sem blý |
| Fönnin kæfir sumarilm |
| Vetur tekur yfir |
| Vonin kom með vorinu |
| En lifði ekki lengi hér á Góumánuðum |
| Dó í ánauðum |
| Stoltið drap þá veiku von |
| Kyrrð í vetrarríki |
| Rökkvar yfir lífi okkar |
| Úr fjarlægðinni fögur er ástin vorboðin |
| Hjartans vorboðinn |
| Nú grafin er í fönn |
| Vetur tekur yfir |
| Mjúkir tónar mosans sofa í djúpu vetrarhúmi |
| Dúnmjúk skýin étin upp af nöprum grámanum |
| Sefur illum svefni, í hvaða litum dreymir þig? |
| Læðist litlaus nóttin kannski inn í huga þinn? |
| Ekki fann ég guð í gömlu bókaskruddunum |
| Né hamingju í flösku, ekkert lýsti mína leið |
| Drápu niður fæti illar draumfarir |
| Samviskan nagar sálarhræ í illri neyð |
| (translation) |
| Sunburn over night meadows |
| Sneaks through the night, steals my peace of mind |
| The silence is heavy as blood |
| Burst tone once picturesque |
| Quiet in winter |
| The darkness softens a bright yellow |
| Keeps the cold warm as night falls again |
| The night heavy as lead |
| Fönnin suffocates the scent of summer |
| Winter takes over |
| The hope came with the spring |
| But did not live long here in the Góum months |
| Died in bondage |
| Pride killed the faint hope |
| Quiet in winter |
| Darkens our lives |
| From a beautiful distance, love is the harbinger of spring |
| The message of the heart of spring |
| Now the grave is dug |
| Winter takes over |
| The soft tones of the moss sleep in a deep winter mist |
| Downy clouds eaten up by the bitter gray |
| Sleeping badly, in what colors do you dream? |
| Maybe the colorless night creeps into your mind? |
| I did not find a god in the old book ornaments |
| Nor happiness in a bottle, nothing described my path |
| Kill down the foot evil dreams |
| The conscience gnaws the carcass of the soul in distress |