Maluj zase obrázky [English translation]

We had two mugs,

four plates

decorated with suns

directly from the painter.

Sugar in five small piles,

four books of fairy tales,

two rings we had to repay,

empty closets.

You painted pictures

with palms hot from love.

We crunched pebbles

like wafers.

No car in the garage,

just a solid ground.

We stood in the passage

in a queue for sublease.

We went to Šárka park,

bought ice creams,

we were saving for presents

as small as the world.

Our playful love

we locked behind our lids.

I wore one shoes

for seven beautiful years.

Years of four plates have passed,

the ascent came.

There were more pennies,

less lovemaking.

You taught me to dodge,

not kissing you too often.

I wanted to rock the craddle,

you wanted to conquer the world.

You painted pictures,

beautifuly but without love,

without tears and exaggeration,

they were as cold as ice.

Beautiful car in the garage,

luxury apartment,

beach vacation,

desire to have and to conquer.

Bed in white ampir,

all my dresses tailor made,

the success of the height of the Pamir mountains,

eating and drinking well.

A long waiting during the night

for tenderness and confession.

Love is not available,

love must live.

I know, now you are going to tell me that nothing has changed at all;

that what we once dreamed of just came true.

No! We didn't want this!

We actually sold our love

day after day for success,

for a new carpet in the hall,

for a new brand of car,

for… for exotic pictures from our wonderful holiday…

Why don't you ever buy me... an ice cream?

What good is it for love to have great hall,

big wavings,

when it didn't stay in our hands,

the key to love?

How do you compare a brocade dress

to the smell of acacia?

How do you compare the colors of the posters

to snowdrop flowers?

Paint the pictures again

with palms hot from love,

let the things I have now

turn to pebbles.

Let someone take our car

out of the garage,

let us go to Šárka park

instead of a beach.

Let me have mugs again

decorated with suns,

let hobbies take us,

you know where to so well.

Let our rings

not turn into memories,

let you have flames in your eyes

when you kiss me.