Hříšná těla, křídla motýlí [English translation]

Once I almost had you

And now I want you again

Sinful bodies, wings of a butterfly

Blood is flowing down a rose

That you have put on the wall

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

Broken butterfly wings

Avoid shoes that step on fragrance

Smash written lines

Only for gold

They will sell you into shopping windows

Into exhibition rooms

And each one to their own pocket

Once I almost had you

Holded your soul

sinful bodies, butterfly wings

Return by the rock by which you left the path

Turn the stone by which you left

Spread your wings towards the sun

Avoid shoes that step on fragrance

Smash written lines

Only for gold

They will sell you into shopping windows

Into exhibition rooms

And each one to their own pocket

When a tree grows up

And when 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

With pieces of tuesday you add the pieces of sunday and you move on

Remember the world

When for a piece of body

You didn´t see miracles

You didn´t have butterfly winds

Sólo hlas a nástroj (solo, voice and instrumental)

In a gorge under a cliff, an appearance

A valley grinning under the pressure, opened by a fusion

Elks´ alluerement

They are baldheaded tearing into the depths of the world