Most Múlik Pontosan [English translation]

That moment is fleeting away right now,

and I let it go.

Run away from me,

my love, I thought.

You aren't safe here,

You aren't for me.

Thundering and lightning,

This was real love.

I see passing by

a bird above me,

with barbed wire in his gaping heart,

and a straw in his beak

I cradle myself

as he lands on an apple tree,

in God's garden,

Inhaling apple wine.

I would like to gallop through the night with you

On the spotty Indian horse of dreams.

One magical heart quivering with a knife,

My feet treading mud and swamp.

From that moment,

I see him everywhere.

I gaze into the distance,

my home is a hell made of stone,

a shattered, splintery Heaven,

a liquid distorting mirror

glinting in the light of fireflies.