Undir Jökli

Frozen soil cracks beneath my feets,

my cold pride burns in my heart

and ancient spirits wander around here beneath the glacier

like shadows of a past that died, but lives on though.

They are the echoes of the mountains,

like fragile summerflowers

on a cold winternight

they wither, they wither and die.

They are the winters dead summerflowers.

On their grave I layed frostroses.

But the silence annonunces my death.

Did I come here to die?

Here, where the sun is cold

and the desert is endless.

Here beneath the glacier

where ancient spirits wander.

Here is my home

and here I want to die.