Texti: B.Ingi.S
Now I say goodbye to you, my friends.
It’s the last time we’ll see each other.
I’m going back to my first life,
because my country’s part of me.
I’ve got many good memories to take back
about you and your country.
When the time comes, I think I’ll come back:
I smile now and find warmth in my heart.
It’s always good to meet new friends
finding warmth in their needful hearts.
Listen well and speak good thoughts,
do many things and laugh loudly.
Yet, It’s boring to say goodbye to you all.
Maybe the time will come when we can meet again.
I know a time will come to say “make it so”,
maybe we’ll find something together, even without realising.
If not, we have to find new friens,
because in life you either play or you don’t,
but you have yourselves, your world, your memory
and you can go back to the good old days if you want to.
It’s always good to meet new friends
finding warmth in their needful hearts.
Listen well and speak good thoughts,
do many things and laugh loudly.
But sometimes I’ll miss you
and think about you.
Yet, I need to go home now
and say goodbye to you, my freinds.
Þegar ég dvaldi í Bormouth Englandi 1994, var þar í enskuskóla, þá dróst ég inn í tónlistarhóp er var starfandi þar. Einn kennarinn þar stóð fyrir honum. Það var skemmtilegt ævintýri er endaði á því að þessi allþjóðlegi hópur fór og spilaði á opnu kvöldi á einhverjum bar eitthvað frá skólanum.
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