Í Lok af Vetur (At the End of Winter)

In the light tinted grey there's a hue growing green
And a spark in the leaves on the wind shall be seen
Under clouds the land feeding and floating beneath
What was polished by starlight and desolate screams
Iridescently pulsating mantle of song
That's emitted by birds in the silver-veined fronds
As the warmth of the sun far releases the frost
And retreats now the chill to recover what's lost
For the orbit of earth has gone slightly askew
So the winter has faded and life is renewed
Resurrection of motion where once nothing grew
And the leaves catch a breeze where once scathing breath blew
So the chill stands up straight to admire its work
And ascend to the peaks where the frigid airs lurk.