Most múlik pontosan [English translation]

This moment, this is it.

Please, feel free to go.

Run out and away from inside me,

I thought, oh my only one,

it's not a good place for you.

You are not meant for me.

It's lightning and thundering.

This, truly, must be love.

I can see blowing by,

above, a bird in the sky --

a barb wire in her heart,

carrying a piece of straw in her beak.

i'm tearing myself apart,

she sets down on that apple tree.

in the garden of eden,

she imbibes of that apple's wine.

I would press on further

with you through the night,

on the spotted indian horse of dreams;

A mystic's heart

trembles within a blade;

beneath the soles

of my feet, mud and swamp.

Since then incessantly

i see her everywhere

my stare aiming at the horizon

my home a stony hell,

cracked, splintered heaven

a carnival mirror's

shapeless reflections

lit up by fireflies

[ ending needs much improvement... ]

The ghost of an indian haunting me,

his eyelids rusty blinds.

Beyond that mirror,

way up in the clouds --

the flute drops

from the hands of an angel-winged snake charmer...