Sigur Ros fljotavik

Let's see across the channel
The sea is cut off
We sail with a mast of faith
We sail with the jibs
We steer to a bridge
We sail to land
In boulders and sand< br/>we waded ashore
unfamiliar condition
yes, strange
I felt happy there
Thank you very much
in the shelter of an emergency house
and we slept
a great storm raged