Ólafur Arnalds - Pú ert sólin / Þú Ert Jörðin / Tunglið

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Atata frumusețe, atata risipă și totul de fapt e atât de fragil!

[@starjeweller]

Amazing, sensitive artist, same like his music :)

[@qfitaverito237]

Verdaderamente hermoso, es algo indescriptible esta música.

[@fitnessbrotherade2959]

Sublime, para un atardecer pensando lo bueno que hiciste y lo q no pudiste hacer

[@rrr-zl1rd]

Superbe

[@benyjacob1701]

Very nice, sensitive music. Reminds me of Johann Johannsson.

[@TamannaFerdous-iw8pl]

@Ólafur Arnalds - Baltic sea and Celtic sea, dear man , a stuck up me A hoopoe's try , overnight Basra, once lake Caspian will aspire to be homecoming, coming home, with the blind homer to find a lost Vishnu, she!

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@Ólafur Arnalds - Pú ert sólin / Þú Ert Jörðin / Tunglið No way to return, no ways From eyes, his deep blue eyes. No way to return, no ways From eyes, his deep blue eyes. No simile will be an apt story there How the sky splashed the color within Yet, his eyes and the depth of the blue, unfolding for a numerous times In my wandering thoughts as the twilight is fading through the covetous time And the days are a passing sory, long gone is she And there, darkness settles in , slowly, again and again And the night blossoms in mayflower As the stars fade away. No way to return, no ways From eyes, his deep blue eyes. Only, the other day, his love Yard had a walkway, where she touched the grass Hiding the handheld lamp Along this way, she walked, and she had her lantern, too. In darkness with the stories behind Her face had a glow, in similitude As an island in isolation, in an oceanic pulchritude And here I am, now, facing the seashore Waves and waves , they sound in uproar And touch the land, only to return in shear grace of mother nature And the seashore remain their broken dreams, a foamy dense moment, they clutter As they know me now, in goodness, and they wished for me to be better No way to return, no ways From eyes, his deep blue eyes. No way to return, no ways From eyes, his deep blue eyes. Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2023

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@Ólafur Arnalds - "Tonight , this moonlit night, they all rushed to the lushing green, forest emblem The spring and this churned up seasonal sensation . seasons’ mayhem. Nay. Negation ,Nay. There will never be a way, left alone, we will be here, middle of nowhere The solitude and the seclusion and the homesick homebound, knowing none, being never To the spring and this churned up seasonal sensation . seasons’ mayhem."

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