Ólafur Arnalds
Himinninn er að hrynja, en stjörnurnar fara þér vel
Do you still remember
When we were little?
We were playing in the park,
and you asked me,
"What happens when we die?"
I said,
"You forget everything."
"Everything."
"Even you?"
you asked.
"Yes. Even me."
You did not want to die.
Never forget.
The remains of what we used to have,
were taken away,
with the softest squeeze.
How did I forget?
How...?