I o co tyle milczenia [English translation]

And why so plenty of silence? Between us not much is

Changing. It is a different love. Not easy,

immodest and innocent. And why so plenty of silence?

You’d better say my heart is of stone.

That I change, like the fashion, a woman, the luck,

Like water...

Every my tear and memory of baptism,

Ashen fog, snow on the mountain peak,

Tropical rain, ice at the bottom of glass

And my golden sweat when we are making love,

Tomorrow they can be a cloud, eternal whiteness, a river

A storm, dew, an aquarelle...

Every our night to the last breath,

The looks of love

And meeting of mouths,

Mingling of the souls, promises of yours and my golden sweat,

When we are making love, can tomorrow be different.

New, crazy. Without a spark, none, forgotten...

And why so plenty of silence?

In such a silence it would sound badly: “see you”.

I do not ask, do not cry. I love,

Everyday in another way.