Ráno nemôžem uveriť,
že ma budia kvety -

osem kusov krvavej červene

Niekde v mojich žilách
ešte tečú rieky,

vietor vonku skuvíňa
a ja som ticho s ním


In the morning it´s hard to believe
to be woken up by flowers -

eight pieces of bloody red

Somewhere in my veins
rivers keep on flowing,

the wind is howling
and I am silently within

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