Kembðr ok þveginn skal kœnna hverr| Combed and washed every thoughtful man should be ok at morni mettr; | and fed in the morning; þvíat ósýnt er,hvarat aptni kømr;| for one cannot foresee where one will be by evening; illt er fyr heill at hrapa. | it is bad to rush headlong before one's fate.
Music expresses what words cannot. I fear that if I speak, I shall break the spell. There is something magical in the air. This one reminds me of the pied piper. Indeed, I think I would follow, run with full force, the wind at my back, right off the cliff for that intangible thing called hope planted deep within the hollows of my heart.
If you have time, and enjoyed that last song, you might wish to watch the full film “Heima,” or Homeland, Sigur Rós' first ever film (loose documentary). It was filmed during the summer of 2006 when the band decided to perform a series of free, unannounced concerts all over Iceland. The results of this generous gift are beautiful and inspirational in the way that it brought people of all ages and walks of life together. The images, along with the music are hauntingly beautiful.
From Reginsmál (25):
