Fekete doboz [English translation]

The spaceship falls downwards;

The wind blows in the passenger cabin;

The rest doesn't even take a minute.

A smoke-stain remains in the sky;

Hellish light from the fires blaze;

Silver torches are blinding,

And then when it explodes, there will be silence.

In the black box,

This will be final word.

A falling, black object

Plummets from the sky into the deep.

The lock is still unbroken;

It holds within it

The tale of the end.

The water was alive;

The clouds swam high above;

But on life's empire,

The axes created bruises, wounds.

They watch as the flame gets out of hand,

Helpless millions;

Once it explodes, there will be eternal silence.

In the black box,

This will be the final word.

Wind blows, a stormy wind;

We live in the plummeting half (1).

Sealed death-box,

You spin with us;

And if necessary,

You will remember.