Šarene pilule [English translation]

Talk to me about your childhood...

Help me, doctor, give me something that's the strongest,

You know what the panic is on the other side of the pillow.

I feel fierce clutter when the door locks,

You know what the best thing is in that case, in my case.

I won’t give you colourful pills,

Colourful pills for la la land*

I won’t give you colourful pills,

For la la land.

I’m not asking for colourful pills as I’m not up for la la land,

Give me the mad shrooms to hit me, to demolish me.

Help me, doctor, so help your ethics

I am not expecting a handful of chemicals and synthetics.

You don’t understand, doctor,

I dream of ostriches at night,

And while the clutter is catching up with me

You’re writing prescriptions and numbers.

I won’t give you colourful pills,

Colourful pills for la la land*

I won’t give you colourful pills,

For la la land.

I’m not asking for colourful pills as I’m not up for la la land,

Give me the mad shrooms to hit me, to demolish me.

Help me, doctor, so help your ethics

I am not expecting a handful of chemicals and synthetics.