The season of perpetual hope. If I have to get on your runway and hitchhike if it costs me everything I own if I have to sell my soul to the Devil himself I am going to get home to my son.
Ūķtt ég ūurfi ađ fara út á flugbraut og sníkja far, ūķtt ūađ kosti mig aleiguna, ūķtt ég ūurfi ađ selja kölska sál mína skal ég komast heim til sonar míns.