Lámpát ha gyújtok [English translation]

Bells on a cradle and bells in a church,

Existence is but a rank on your shirt

Ready-made lives horse-riding on tiny ponies

Or the accidents that keep sneezing into my face

And of course, the sabretooth tigers of Childhood:

"Dad, teach me how to hunt down big animals!"

And when they ask "to what end? How much time will it take?"

Perhaps a minute, an hour or a couple of years

But the past catches up, like the future that we left behind.

Decorate Destiny, after all, that is noble and right

History is nothing but a phantasm,

While I silently rest my head on its shoulders

It sings me to sleep, asks me to stay and it kneads me together

Just to take me apart, bored, as God would with lego

We just stare at the footprints left by happiness

And if we happen to find something along the way,

As snakeskin, we'll pull Time itself over it

Just a minute, an hour or a couple years more

But the past catches up, like the future that we left behind

Decorate Destiny, after all, that is noble and right

When I light a lantern

Bugs still come around

But the last light-eater finds only dark

Finds only dark

Like a fistful of gold scattered into a shoebox,

Hidden away, it is useless to us

Like that noise hiding inside human minds

Under our feet, there is no solid ground

When there is not enough strength in your arms anymore,

And no lover chains you up to their hearts

And you can't peek through the button-holes of the Gods

And the day doesn't show itself throughout the night

But the past catches up, like the future that we left behind.

Decorate Destiny, after all that is noble and right

When I light a lantern

Bugs still come around

But the last light-eater finds only dark

Finds only dark