Kad hodaš [English translation]

The evening doesn't smell of lobsters and clams

The moon is a pale smear the colour of cinnamon

You put on your shoes for walking through dreams

The street loves the rhythm of your paces

The wind winds its way through unknown words

The tarmac cuddles with your high heels

Being too soft to resist

This evening is covered with your tracks

When you walk you don't hesitate

And you never touch the ground

And you never notice me

And you don't give up trying

To make me stop lusting after you

Your gaze still makes me shiver

For some old reasons

I can't get my act together