Ködde válsz [English translation]

Images, forgotten images, exiled good,

all of which I’ll tear apart if I move on, because the new day is calling me.

Again, from tomorrow on it'll be boiling in my blood, again,

the past that’s burning in fire, living on inside me.

The distance between our weary hearts is just growing,

I’m looking at you until in the end I’ll hardly recognize you.

Just watch silently how we’re getting separated,

and how everything is becoming even with the ground.

Years, sealed years are carrying dust,

and they’ll consume me if I find it, but I keep on longing.

Again, from tomorrow on it’ll be boiling in my blood

and the past will hold me back.

The distance between our weary hearts is just growing,

I’m looking at you until in the end I’ll hardly recognize you.

Just watch silently how we’re getting separated,

and how everything is becoming even with the ground.

Where have all the images gone?

Where have they flown from here?

Wherever it is, I'll bury all the good things there,

so as to to believe in them at least.

Even if I build on dreams, the foundation will stand,

but whatever I could do

the distance between us will just be growing.