Kad hodaš [English translation]

Night doesn't smell like crabs and seashells

Moon is the pale stain of the color of cinnamon

You're taking your shoes for walking through the

dreams

Street loves rhythm of your steps

Wind is slinking through the unknown words

Asphalt is cuddling with your heels

Too soft to avert something

This is the night full of your prints

When you're walking you're not stopping

And you're not touching the ground

And you're not noticing me

And you're persistently trying

To make my lust go away

I'm still shivering from your look

For some old reasons

I can't get myself together