I Want...

[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