Cheamă-mă [English translation]

Autumn shakes off its yellow leaves

Sadness is a silent and empty statue

It stands in my eyes

On a blade we walk in convoy

Be it Tuesday or Thursday

We forgot the adresses

Children lost in rain.

Swing me with a song, mother,

Your arms - blanket

In night's verses - oceans

Bathe me

Call me mother

Years are running somewhere

We'll wake up with the same name,

As someone else

In the next hundred years,

Weather forecast: rain

The streets are keeping us ruffians

The platform, our brother,

Under the train of dreams may you fall

Asleep just for a minute,

Life has been a train station

Asleep it passed by ( the life)

The air and water braided in belts

In the face it hits again

Watching myself in the mirror, I don't recognize myself

The muses mourn my autumn

On a blade we walk in convoy

Be it Tuesday or Thursday

We forgot the adresses

Children lost in rain.

Swing me with a song, mother,

Your arms - blanket

In night's verses - oceans

Bathe me

Call me mother

Years are running somewhere

We'll wake up with the same name,

As someone else

Call me

I wandered a life time

?

Call me

Forgive me

Far away go the expresses

We forgot the adresses

Call me!

Swing me with a song, mother,

Your arms - blanket

In night's verses - oceans

Please, bathe me!

Call me mother

Years are running somewhere

We'll wake up with the same name,

But as someone else.