Most Múlik Pontosan [English translation]

It’s passing exactly

Let it go peacefully

Let it run let it pass out of me

So I thought, you only

seem to be out of place

you’re not the one for me

Thunder and lightning strikes

and this is really love

I see a bird above me

glide by

barbed wire in its wide open heart

a stalk of straw in its beak

I’m gently swaying

while it lands on an apple tree

in God’s garden

inhaling apple cider

I’d ride on with you through the night

on the mottled indian horse of dreams

a steed’s heart trembling in a kitchen knife

mud and moor below my feet

Ever since that time

I’ve been seeing her everywhere

I’m staring into the distance

living in stony hell

splintered heaven

distorting liquid mirror

shining in the light of glow worms

An indian nightmare is haunting me

Its eyelids covered by a rusty shroud

Beyond the mirrors up in the clouds

An angel-winged snake charmer drops his been.