Malá dáma [English translation]

She picked a grass blade and started playing

the little lady from the suburbs

who tells fortunes by reading palms

there ravenous cats wander at dawn

after nights full of vice

she caresses them and feeds them

at night she roams and sleeps by day

and her eyes have seen more than mine

I ran out of words, just standing there

this one girl I would die for

This one girl I would die for in a single day

and if you think that's not enough

among hundred women standing there

I'd ask her to dance though I never dance

Her den is there by the railway

she collects coins from fountains

then lines them up on a track

she builds her sanctuary, metal plates bridge

now being crossed by her first guest

let him rest

she has gone through hell yet knows wonders

she counts the flattened coins

and each who meets her falls for her

this one girl I would die for

This one girl I would die for in a single day

and if you think that's not enough

among hundred women standing there

I'd ask her to dance though I never dance

I will never forget that minute

her music reminded me of Paganini

that moment I knew to be cursed

asked her price with feeling of guilt

This one girl I would die for in a single day

and if you think that's not enough

among hundred women standing there

I'd ask her to dance though I never dance

This one girl I would die for in a single day

and if you think that's not enough

among hundred women standing there

I'd ask her to dance though I never dance