(Lag / texti: Magnús Thorlacius)

I’ll be resting in the treetops.
I’ll be sailing in the wind,
bear the scent of the rainbow.
I’ll be warm like the sun.
I’ll be strong like the sunshine.

White sand warm by your skin.
Through clouds, rays get within.

I’ll be thinking of you.

I’ll be sleeping with the mountains.
I’ll be hiding with the lake,
wear the scent of the forest.
I’ll be calm like the moon.
I’ll be soft like the moonlight.

Branches tell and share their tales.
Behind, stars start to play.

I’ll be thinking of you.

[af plötunni Myrkvi – Reflections]