Atem [English translation]

Who had a look into my head,

and built you out of my dream?

Your skin is cool and soft,

your eyes like stars.

And they look at me mockingly,

'cause I'm unable to turn on the blarney.

Sometimes I'd like to seduce you,

only to touch you with my look,

'cause you're so soft.

And what I like to feel the most,

before I lose myself in the dream,

is how you're breathing.

Without you I'm not much:

Like a broom without a stick,

like a window without pane,

like Mallorca without bars,

like a bird without nest,

and that's why I hold on to you.

I feel like I'm under your protection,

you're so beautiful like you're sitting here,

and waiting for me.

You don't have to swear me your love,

I'd only like to listen forever,

how you're breathing.

I never imagine how it would be like,

if you weren't there one day,

'cause that's too hard.

But if I should lose you once,

I'll feel in my dreams

how you're breathing.