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Lí­f mitt var ekkert nema skáldskapur, dans eftir undarlegu lagi sem enginn heyrði nema ég, dagarnir mínir, stuttir og langir, vísur orð sem rímuðu ekki.

laugardagur, maí 24, 2008

Alltaf fersk.


En dálítið væmin, heyrði þetta lag og sveif á vit minninga:






Morning please don't come

Surely you see that my lover is sleeping

Morning please don't come

Let the night linger on

When the stars have left the sky

We must say fond goodbye



Make the night a little longer

Morning please don't come

Starshine glow a little stronger

Morning please don't come

Day don't break for you will take

My love away from me

Try to hold back the sun

I beg you morning please don't come



Sing sweet nightingale

Sing me a song of a night never-ending

Sing sweet nightingale

And I'll try to pretend

That tomorrow's nowhere near

And there's nothing to fear




Make the night a little longer

Morning please don't come

Starshine glow a little stronger

Morning please don't come

Day don't break for you will take

My love away from me

Try to hold back the sun

I beg you morning please don't come




Try to hold back the sun

I beg you morning please don't come

Try to hold back the sun

I beg you morning please don't come
Njótum dagsins lífsins og hvers annars.

Það er gott að vera til. Kveikjum á kerti

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