Kajut. Ruum laeva peal. Laeval, kus pole su kodu. Ja sa naeratad, sest seetõttu oled sa peaaegu et pääsenud. Paar korda merel ja sa lähed Reykjaviki bussi peale. Ja veri su soontes on soolane nagu tuul, mis sosistab taglases. (Jón Geir! Jón Geir!) Kõik väriseb siin. Koi väriseb, vana katkine radiaator väriseb, põrand väriseb! See kõik väriseb siin mootori rasketest tõmmetest. Aga.. aga rohkem kui miski muu väriseb sinu süda.
Cab. Room on a ship. On a ship that's not your home. And you smile, because thereof you are as good as saved. Few times on the sea and you go to Reykjavik and take a bus. And the blodo in your veins is salty like the wind that whispers in rig. (Jón Geir! Jón Geir!) Everything shivers here. The bunk-bed, the old broken radiator, the floor! Everything shivers here from the heavy trafts of the engine. But.. but more than anything shivers your heart.
