Heima - Sigur Rós, Georg Holm, Kjartan Sveinsson

Without guts, we still get hurt

I need to get out

One thousand words in years

A thousand years which tell the whole story

No one sees, behind empty words

There’s always something

The last tears shed

I wipe them off

The last years of a lifetime

The last years lived

The last rivers flow away

The wounds — yes, they heal

One thousand words in deaths

A thousand years, tears run down our cheeks

Gashes, which we suture together

And so move on

The last tears shed

Now I wipe them off

The last years of a lifetime

The last straws are drawn

The last rivers flow away

The wounds, they heal

The wounds, they heal

The last tears flow away

The wounds — yes, they heal

Yes, they heal

Yes, they heal

Now I’m finally home