Thursday, 2 October 2014

It's Swan in Icelandic, which you have certainly guessed by now;
the title to this captivating lullaby from Rökkurró, that I've listened to far too many times.
For those of you wondering what is being sung, here's a snippet, it begins like this:

'Alone she sat by the lake, and sang to him, bittersweet songs, until he appeared.
Swan, swan, please tell me: where to do you sail when the Sun goes?'

I simply think it's a lullaby worth passing on.

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