Školjka [English translation]

Moon is smithing golden broches

from nice astral powder

Day and night revolve

They revolve

Only I can't differentiate them

I'm watching birds flying to you

Crazy wind going to the north

Weather dims and replaces everything

It won't do it to your face only

Thunder sends every storm off

But then there are clear, there are nice days

I love you

Start to believe to my heart

To that shell

Where are you calm, where are you alone

I love birds which fly to you

and wind, which goes to the north

Weather dims and replaces everything

It won't do it to your face only

Thunder sends every storm off

But then there are clear, there are nice days

I love you

Start to believe to my heart

To that shell

Where are you calm, where are you alone

Thunder sends every storm off

But then there are clear, there are nice days

I love birds which fly to you

and wind, which goes to the north...