Kraljica divljine [English translation]

Life, scattered like

torn beads,

wildly rolls,

who knows where it heads to.

I wish to run

and pick up the beads,

but often, I am alone,

and fearsome like a doe.

Running headlong,

Like a lost child

to hold the security

who knows where it rushes.

I wish to string the days

like beads,

but how, when I am alone

and I shiver like a foe.

I hear your voice calling me

from the distance

The wood of fear disappears

I am the queen of wilderness.

Within the embrace of your eye

the beads roll down,

I dream there carelessly

I dream there carelessly