Mennyt maailma [English translation]

I wonder what may be wrong with this eye

When all this isn't enough for it,

The glory and grandeur made by man

Empty

The temples of stupidity

The gone world

Meadows, fields aren't verdant for nothing

It's most important that everything works,

Produces good and a lot

No use to ramble

About the gone world

The gone world

The gone world has gone its own way

The scent of flowers, the singing of birds

Who does miss that

Which one of us will burn

The last garden

The gone world