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[From Icelandic] My punctuality is well known When the revolution takes place I'll be late And be shot as a traitor When the revolution takes place When the sun rises I will not see a thing I regret nothing, it was worth it To go through life without an hourglass It paid off It paid off profusely My reward was to be free and alone Even now tied to the pillar Blindfold at sunrise And drums are Catalan beating My heartbeat keeps up with the drums But soon my pulse will fade away My fade away, I smile For I know when the sun rises I will not see a thing