Látomás [English translation]

On a cold street

At a heavily guarded door

Bad blood will betray you

The contract is also ready now

Refugee,

I used to have strength for it,

Such is an aberration,

I step on it without a footstep.

This world will spoil me,

It will drill into me,

There's a splinter in my heart,

Where is the hand,

That will pull it out?

Someone is standing there,

Every night waiting just for me.

And that look

is worth more that a hundred sentences.

Taking from the past,

I wouldn't know now how to call it.

But trough the door

With his belief I would break in.

The world won't spoil me,

It will drill into me,

There's a splinter in my heart,

This is the hand

That will pull it out.

….

This is a wonderful vision