A Stutter Songtext
von Ólafur Arnalds

The sun is old on water
Yearling flakes keep whirling by
Carry me awry

Collapsing breaths discover
Turning hope, new-boarded highs
Receding howls dew the skies


Closing eyes recover
Amber light in wintry bed
Can you pull me under the cold, charred sea?

Whispered words of summer
Fallen ode, a bawling bless,
Serenades the water and carries me anew.

In softest air, a stutter
Steers the heart away from the bane,
Leaves the lasting sorrow and carries me anew.