Ólafur Arnalds ft. Arnór Dan - No. Other

 

Speak slowly, tongue of winter 

Leak only strokes of bright moonlight. 

 

These streets I've weaved with hunger 

Repeatedly with white sheet eyes. 

Quiver through the nights 

 

Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear, 

This city croons to me, no other. 

With dark descending phantoms 

Haunts hoary heads the longest wail 

 

Their hollow beat of footsteps 

Will follow me midst snowy trail 

 

Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear, 

This city croons to me, no other. 

Releasing all too soon, I'm near; 

To her my chest gives in, no other 

(The grieving streetlights monitored me well, since all was but frost)

 

Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear, 

This city croons to me, no other. 

Releasing all too soon, I'm near; 

To her my chest gives in, no other 

(The grieving streetlights monitored me well, since all was but frost)

 

Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear, 

This city croons to me, no other. 

Releasing all too soon, I'm near; 

To her my chest gives in, no other 

(The grieving streetlights monitored me well, since all was but frost)

 

Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear, 

This city croons to me, no other. 

Releasing all too soon, I'm near; 

To her my chest gives in, no other 

(The grieving streetlights monitored me well, since all was but frost)