Svavar Knutur - The Curtain

Sunbeam shining through a dewdrop,
hanging on an oakleaf, brings the thought of you,
naked, stepping from the shower,
your wet body glitters in the dusty hue.

Colors, sounds of birds and whispers,
all becomes a curtain, showing me a movie
of the way you move me, as the leaves blow by.

Ravens, hopping on a rooftop,
dancing in the twilight, crowing at the stars.
You, me, drunk from wine and music,
dancing after midnight, in abandoned bars.

Street lights, garbage trucks and traffic,
all becomes a curtain, showing me a movie
of the way you move me, as the leaves blow by.

Cats in heat, a busy street,
a siren in the night, a thousand sounds
that call me back to you.

Colors, sounds of birds and whispers,
all becomes a curtain, showing me a movie
of the way you move me, as the leaves blow by.