Himininn Er cð Hrynja, En Stjörnurnar Fara þér Vel
Ólafur Arnalds
Do you still remember when we were little?
We were playing in the park
and you asked me what happens when you die?
I said, you forget everything.
Everything
"Even you?" you asked
Yes. Even me
You did not want to die. Never forget
The remains of what we used to have
were taken away with the softest squeeze
How did I forget? How?