Es curioso
cómo una pequeña isla perdida en medio del Atlántico Norte puede tener tanta
gente creativa. Será porque se aburren en invierno.
Pero el caso
es que hace poco el panorama musical se iluminó una vez más con la presencia de
una banda nacida en Islandia. Esta vez en plan folk indie, con toques de pop.
Hace dos
años lanzaron su primer trabajo, del que destacó rápidamente esta canción. Todo
un himno de amor por las pequeñas cosas. Y con un video bonito y raro, en plan
saga islandesa. Será que en invierno tienen también mucho tiempo para soñar.
Hey! Hey! Hey!
I don't like walking around this old
and empty house
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you,
my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep, it's
keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close
your eyes
Some days I can't even trust myself
It's killing me to see you this way.
'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe
to shore.
There's an old voice in my head
that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little
talks
Soon it will be over and buried with
our past
We used to play outside when we were
young
And full of life and full of love.
Some days I don't know if I am wrong
or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you,
my dear.
Don't listen to a word I say.
The screams all sound the same.
You're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is the ghost of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go we'll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep.
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