Sigur Rós

Cuando escuché a Sigur Rós por primera vez, me di cuenta que mis razones para quedarme en
Islandia iban en aumento. Verlo amarrado a su guitarra con sus delgados brazos blancos, me hizo recordar la emoción y el miedo que sentía a los 7 años. Quizá sea cierto que el arte elimina todas
las barreras que estúpidamente hemos construido entre nosotros...


When I first listened to Sigur Rós I realized that my reasons for staying in Iceland were growing fast. Watching him hung to his guitar with his thin white arms, made me think about the emotion and fear I felt when I was seven. May be it´s true that art destroys the walls that have been stupidly built by us and around us.



Brosandi Smiling
Hendumst í hringi Spinning round and round
Höldumst í hendur Holding hands
Allur heimurinn óskýr The whole world a blur
nema þú stendur But you are standing

Rennblautur Soaked
Allur rennvotur Completely drenched
Engin gúmmístígvél No rubber boots
Hlaupandi inni í okkur Running inside us
Vill springa út úr skel Want to erupt from a shell

Vindurinn The Wind
og útilykt af hárinu þínu An outdoor smell of your hair
Ég lamdi eins fast og ég get I hit as hard as I can
með nefinu mínu with my nose

Hoppípolla Jump into puddles
Í engum stígvélum With no boots on
Allur rennvotur(Rennblautur) completely drenched(Soaked)
Í engum stígvélum With no boots on

Og ég fæ blóðnasir And I get a nosebleed
En ég stend alltaf upp but I always stand up

Og ég fæ blóðnasir And I get a nosebleed
En ég stend alltaf upp but I always stand up