Golden evenings

Golden evenings
(Lag / texti: Magnús Thorlacius)

Across the sea,
a place I’d one like to settle in.
Free from boundaries that keep me home.
One time there and I was sold.

Surrounding me,
trees I’ve never gotten used to see.
Keeping what I’ve cherished all along,
the golden evenings of the north.

Someday I’ll go back to Stockholm, Stockholm,
and I’ll stay there, and I’ll stay there.
Someday I’ll go back to Stockholm, Stockholm,
and I’ll stay there, and I’ll stay there.

Pure serenity,
I can feel it coming over me.
I do admit that I’m escaping things
that brought me stress and nothing else.

Someday I’ll go back to Stockholm, Stockholm,
and I’ll stay there, and I’ll stay there.
Someday I’ll go back to Stockholm, Stockholm,
and I’ll stay there, and I’ll stay there.
And I’ll stay there, and I’ll stay there.

[af plötunni Myrkvi – Reflections]