Markétce [English translation]

How many of us were there, who lost their ways

looking for the blue flowers

our friends condemned us

and driven us in front of the firing squads

How many times did the earth drink me

And deprived of my senses, I dug in the dirt

I was never brave enough

to admit my guilt

How many times, Maggie, did I wave to you

You are my last victim from this moment forward

The angels are making love to you in the craters of the Moon

and they will remain in your body

like tones unsung

At line-up, I stand on my toes, maybe from sheer pettiness

Time eats the hands from the clocks and spits out their bones

I blow cigarette smoke on my wounds

and open a private infirmary of self-pity in the guestroom

How many times, Maggie, did I wave to you

You are my last victim from this moment forward

The angels are making love to you in the craters of the Moon

and they will remain in your body

like creatures left speechless

Holding hand with the grey heads, I push the world to exhaustion

And there is no bigger lie than the truth about the two of us

I'm trying to fool Love- the bitch

So that she let's me go up to you

How many times, Maggie, did I wave to you

That many times, Maggie, I waited for and answer

But you are making love to angels in the craters of the Moon

And you can't hear my tones there

And so I remained incomplete

How many of us are left, who lost their ways

looking for the blue flowers

that took fancy to the ground under the guillotine