Hříšná těla, křídla motýlí [English translation]

Once she almost had you

And again she would like to

Sinful bodies, wings of a butterfly

Blood is flowing down a rose

What have you hung on the wall

Breeze blew it out, and the life did not go anymore

Broken wings of butterfly

Avoid shoes that trample fragrance

Smash written lines

Only for gold

They will sell you into shopping windows

Into exhibition halls

And each one to their own pocket

With jeep she gallops

Once she almost had you

For the soul she held you

sinful bodies, wings of butterfly

Return by the rock by which you left the path

Turn the stone where did you entered

Spread your wings towards the sun

Avoid shoes that trample fragrance

Sweet songs writen

Only barely for chunk of gold

They will sell you into shopping windows

Into exhibition halls

And each one to their own pocket

With jeep she gallops

When a tree grows

Until the lighting and the thunder hit it

The night is on

When a tree grows up

And when the lighting and the thunder hit it

Straightens up, devides, shares with others

Compose tuesday with pieces of sundays and you move on

Remember the world

When for a piece of body

Miracles you did not seen

You did not have wings of butterfly

Sólo hlas a nástroj (solo, voice and instrumental)

The gorge under the rock of revelation

A valley grinning under the pressure, opened by a fusion

Stags laden by lure

They plunge headlong into the depths of the earth