I walk along this footpath Where buried threads grow into trees Their branches know my movements Their roots remember me They run so deep — so deep — so deep I carry all their weather In ways I cannot see But what was handed down to me Won’t pass through me — through me — through me Ah-ah, ah-ah Níu man ek heima, níu íviðjur, mjötvið mæran fyr mold neðan. I’ve worn my sorrow ah ah ah I’ve kept the silence I let my tears keep time The damage is mine to mend I inherited the matches But I don’t have to make them burn I can name where they came from I can lay them in the ground I am putting them down ah ah I didn’t choose the first wound But I’ll take the last It doesn’t get my future Just because it has my past It ends with me — with me Ah-ah, ah-ah I go on — I go on — I go on Ah-ah, ah-ah I go Sér hon upp koma öðru sinni jörð ór ægi iðjagræna.
