mjørkaflókar leggja segsum ein dúnmjúk dýna yvir bygdinatú stendur við gluggan og hyggur útí tokudalingrátt út yvir gráttfjalt er alt sum var grønt og blátthøgu fjøllinieru ballað inní mjørkaflókareygu tíni eru fjarsum síggja tey okkurt eingin annar særeg hevði ynskt eg sá við tínum eygumtín veruleikagrátt út yvir gráttfjalt er alt sum var grønt og blátthøgu fjøllinieru ballað inní mjørkaflókaraldrin kendist túso langt burturi sum númen eg síggi teggjøgnum opinimillum regndropar
Fog banks are lyinglike a fluffy duvet over the villageyou stand by the window and gaze outtowards the foggy daleGrey out over greyhidden is everything that was green and bluethe high mountainsare cocoonedin high fogYour eyes are distantas though they see something no one else seesI had wished I could see through your eyesyour realityGrey out over greyhidden is everything that was green and bluethe high mountainsare cocoonedin high fogYou never feltso far away as you do nowbut I saw youthrough the openingsbetween the raindrops