Hlas [English translation]

In the month of September, when the apples are ripening,

When the light of the moon wove the mantilla of night,

When the hymn sounded at midnight,

That was when I first met Satan.

Satan had the lovely figure of a virgin,

and didn't smell of sulfur, but rather of flowers,

and had tenderness in his smile without any shame,

only from his mouth, like a snake's, hissed the words:

Just leave your soul behind, it's not worth a thing,

many have given it to the devil for nothing at all,

A voice -- that's what's valuable today,

it will make you money -- no kidding at all!

I put on the muzzle for that voice of yours

and the guard locked me into a cage,

and even if you spoke a hundred times in the tongue of angels,

your voice would betray you!

Today I live like a prince in a palace,

I have horses in my stables and peacocks in my guarden,

I drink from bowls of gold and glasses of crystal,

but I don't have a radio and I can't stand the news.

Because whenever they speak of wars about love,

when the murderers celebrate and (I don't know)

when tyranny is defended with holy words,

when lies are proclaimed -- always in my voice.

My bed is soft, I drink the nights away,

I have a fish of gold in a pond of diamonds,

I have too much of everything, including pride and power,

I have it all in my palace, only people are lacking.

I glimpsed Satan today for the second time,

he is beautiful, although he has a rat's smile,

after all, I belong to him in voice and soul,

when I'm swinging from a branch...