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Ód​ý​r

from Neysluvara EP by Hatari

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lyrics

Ódýr

Árin renna frá þér eins og brauðmylsnum er hent í ruslatunnu.
Þau safnast saman á haugum brostinna drauma.
Þú lítur til baka og hugsar:
Afhverju seldi ég mig –
ekki fyrir meira?

Næturnar verða ekki mikið fleiri eftir þetta.
Ævi þín er útbrunninn stubbur í hringiðandi öskubakka.
Þú lítur til baka og hugsar:
Afhverju seldi ég mig –

Öskunni er stráð yfir kistuna og um leið man enginn hver þú varst.
Ekkert fyrirfinnst jafn ómerkilegt og ævin sem var við að ljúka.
Þú stóðst ekki fastar á þínu en svo að enginn kærir sig um minningu þína.
Við tekur hyldýpi svartnættis og eilíf eymd í botnlausri algleymsku.

Ég fel mig undir laki
sem kuldinn hefur þakið.
Nóttin starir þögul
hún segir lygasögur.
Tómið svífur að mér
berleggjaður berst ég.
Banasæng ég bý mér.
Banasæng ég bý mér.

Árin runnu frá þér eins og brauðmylsnum var stráð í ruslatunnu.
Þau söfnuðust saman á haugum brostinna drauma.
Hversu oft var það sem þú leist til baka og hugsaðir:
Afhverju seldi ég mig –
ekki fyrir meira?

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Cheap

The years slip from you like breadcrumbs tossed in the trash.
They pile up on the heaps of broken dreams.
You look back and think:
Why did I sell myself—
so cheap?

The nights you have left are numbered.
Your life’s a burned-out stub in a whirling ashtray.
You look back and think:
Why did I sell myself—
 
As your ashes hit your coffin, no one recalls who you were.
Nothing’s as banal as a life about to end.
You didn’t stick to your guns enough for anyone to care to remember you.
What comes next is the pit of black night, and eternal misery in bottomless oblivion.
 
I hide beneath a sheet
that the cold has covered.
The night stares silently
it tells tall tales.
The void is approaching,
Barelegged, I fight back.
I make my dying bed.
I make my dying bed.
 
The years slipped from you like breadcrumbs strewn into the trash.
They piled up on the heaps of broken dreams.
How often did you look back and think:
Why did I sell myself—
so cheap?

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Ein niedriger Preis

Die Jahre fliegen dir davon, wie Staubkörner, die man in die Mülltonne geworfen hat.
Eine weitere Schicht auf dem Haufen aus zerbrochenen Träumen.
Du siehst zurück und denkst:
Warum habe ich mich für so wenig –
verkauft?

Die verbleibenden Nächte sind gezählt.
Dein Leben ist ein ausgebrannter Stummel in einem wirbelnden Aschenbecher.
Du siehst zurück und denkst:
Warum habe ich mich für so wenig –

Wenn die Asche auf deinem Sarg landet, weiß niemand mehr, wer du warst.
Nichts ist so banal wie das Leben, das zuende geht.
Du hast nicht genug dafür getan, dass man sich an dich erinnert.
Abgrundschwarze Nacht und Misere in bodenloser Vergessenheit, in Ewigkeit.

Ich verstecke mich unter der Decke
Kälte hat sich darüber gelegt.
Die Nacht starrt still
sie erzählt Lügengeschichten.
Die Leere kommt näher,
mit bloßen Beinen trete ich dagegen.
Ich bereite mein Sterbebett
Ich bereite mein Sterbebett.

Die Jahre fliegen dir davon, wie Staubkörner, die man in die Mülltonne geworfen hat.
Eine weitere Schicht auf dem Haufen aus zerbrochenen Träumen.
Wie oft hast du zurückgesehen und gedacht:
Warum habe ich mich für so wenig –
verkauft?

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from Neysluvara EP, released October 31, 2017

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