Lámpát ha gyújtok [English translation]

Cradle, small bell and church bell

The presence means as much as rank on the baize (or)

Ready lives are riding little ponies

Or chances are being snorted onto my face

And the childhood"s sabettooth tigers

Dad teach me (how) to get big quarries

And if they ask, what the reason of what time is

Maybe a minute, an hour or some years

However the past will catch you up as the future that was left behind us

(Over)adorn the destiny, yet that is elegant

History is merely delusion

While I put my heads down onto its shoulder mutely

It lulls me to sleep, detains me, puts me together

Then it takes me into pieces boredly like lord does with the lego

We only lurk the footprints of the happiness

And if we find something on the way

We put the time on it as a snakeskin

One more minute, an hour or some years

However the past will catch you up as the future that was left behind us

(Over)adorn the destiny, yet that is elegant

If I set the torch on fire still bugs come for it

But the last light-eater will find only darkness

Find only darkness

Like a handfull of gold have been thrown into a shoe box

Hiden it is so useless

The noise is hidden in the human mind

There is no solid ground under our feet

When there is no enough power in your arms any more

And a lover doesn't tie you to his/her heart

Neither possible to see through the Gods's bottomholes

Neither daytime shows itself at night

However the past will catch you up as the future that was left behind us

(Over)adorn the destiny, yet that is elegant

If I set the torch on fire bugs will come for it

But the last light-eater will find only darkness

Find only darkness