Ať už jsem, kdo jsem, co já vím,

Víš, že nikomu na světě
                 nepřála bych být tak sám
Přesto všichni jsme sami
                 a jsme tady spolu

A housle hrají nám
                 do rytmu kroků
A doprovázeny
                 vlastním bitím srdce

Zanikají tóny ve vlastní hloubce.

If you’re lucky enough,
You'll get older
Through life
You'll scent
What people
Are in need of
And you'll be offering
Before being asked.

Despite the pain in your heart
Because of the girl you've never found
And the fact that after years of concentrated
Spiritual effort
You haven't managed to reach
The enlightenment,
There will the Pleasant Glimpse be raised
Along from your uncertain hopes and intentions.

Oh, and if I didn't mention it,
I'll leave you lonely

Didn't write this one, but its spirit cannot be undone

*She reads poetry in her pajamas
And laughs when there is no joke
She runs away from the rain
And dances in cigarette smoke

Pictures never capture
The whisps of silver hair
Surrounding her face
And following her everywhere

She never dreams when she sleeps
Only when she's holding *****
She drives around in the prairie hills
With a childish smile
After all, what has she got to lose?

You know,
World is full of
Broken people & broken thoughts,
And though everything hurts
And it might be worse,

They're all somewhere there
On this vast night's course
Any day now, you'll admit
The truth has yellow eyes,
Even if the heart's what hurts the most.

Though back then
We all could swore
We couldn't get any more

Let's put it this way:
Someone came just to break a heart
But that's not what I came here for.