Dal a teázáshoz [English translation]

A car is turning, your clothes on the chair

You`re looking at the street, and I think

you`ll catch a cold if you`re standing on the balcony

You throw something for the pigeons, so their hearts

would beat for something,

so they`d have a purpose, and we wouldn`t always think

that all of them are just tools

to cover this city with shit

And it would make everything ok

that it rains, and it makes

the town look in the morning

like a freshly grown cabbage

And you`d be new in it too,

green, like a movement, and suddenly,

jump in the front of cars

C`mon, out with those tears, out!

Feel that perhaps now you exist,

and not only a mistake could bring changes

Your skin must be enough

for a jacket for your girl

if she is cold, `coz the winter is coming, and really,

maybe it`s true, that you allow things to live

Things, you usually murder

May it wear you down whatever you used to wear...before

May it stop in you...