Láska [English translation]

I was a step closer to love

Today I write just poems about it

Upwards in loft, where doves make

proffesions of it (of love)

I have been trying to find it everywhere

If I only couldn't win it in card

and if it isn't in wine by chance

like the truth

I admit all of my sins

Beaten and injured I'm falling asleep, fully alone

I'm offering you my ripped out heart on my hand, I've got nothing more

And you still don't know my name though

It can't be bought in shops

in homes of love they will offer you just a fake one

love for short time, money for a lie

Why love isn't like happiness

that it will sit down on me one day

when it gets tired, and hopefully you'll believe me

that I'll then give it to you of its full size

I admit all of my sins

Beaten and injured I'm falling asleep, fully alone

I'm offering you my ripped out heart on my hand, I've got nothing more

And you still don't know my name though