Hopping Into Puddles

 

I’m spontaneously joining my dear friend Tracy from over at Reflections of An Untidy Mind for her Friday song!

Because today it’s Global Climate Strike I thought at first that I should opt for a song that’s more revolutionary, like “Sunday, Bloody Sunday” by U2 (which is one of my favorites).

But there’s so much gloom in the world already, and also so much fear. Fear of our future, of our children’s future, of our environment and the world in general. Too much fear, I feel, and so I chose a song that has never failed to ignite that spark of hope in me, that most important and precious glimmer that keeps me going and makes me believe that all is not lost, and that there is beauty in the world, and many good people who are fighting for it.

This song is incredibly beautiful, absolutely hypnotic and I admit I can listen to it for hours.

I hope you’ll like it too, and that it will give you that same spark and sense of positive energy it brings to me.

And if you’re wondering why I titled this post “Hopping Into Puddles” – well, that’s what the song’s title means. And what was more fun than hopping into puddles when we were kids? Exactly, not much. 🙂

 

 

Sigur Rós is an Icelandic avant-rock band from Reykjavík, and an absolutely brilliant one if you ask me. 😉

If you’re interested, here’s the Icelandic version of the lyrics:

Brosandi Hendumst í hringi Höldumst í hendur Allur heimurinn óskýr Nema þú stendur Rennblautur Allur rennvotur Engin gúmmístígvél Hlaupandi inn í okkur Vill springa út úr skel Vindurinn Og útilykt af hárinu þínu Ég anda eins fast og ég get Með nefinu mínu Hoppípolla I engum stígvélum Allur rennvotur (rennblautur) I engum stígvélumOg ég fæ blóðnasir En ég stend alltaf upp [Hopelandic] Og ég fæ blóðnasir Og ég stend alltaf upp [Hopelandic

And for those of you who don’t speak Icelandic either, the English Translation 😉 :

Smiling

Spinning ’round and ’round

Holding hands

The whole world a blur

But you are standing

Soaked

Completely drenched

No rubber boots

Running in us

Want to erupt from a shell

The wind

And outdoor smell of your hair

I breathe as hard as I can

With my nose

Hopping in puddles

Completely drenched

Soaked

With no boots on

And I get nosebleed

But I always get up [Hopelandic]

And I get nosebleed

But I always get up [Hopelandic]