Ólafur Arnalds, “No Other”, Featuring Amór Dan

Speak slowly, tongue of winter
Leak only strokes of bright moonlight

These streets I’ve weaved with hunger
Repeatedly with white sheet eyes
Quiver through the nights

Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear
This city croons to me, no other

With dark descending phantoms
Haunts hoary heads he longest wail

Their hollow beat of footsteps
Will follow me midst snowy trail

Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear
This city croons to me, no other
Releasing all too soon, I’m near
To her my heart gives in, no other
(The grieving streetlights monitored me well, since all was but frost)