Most múlik pontosan [English translation]

It’s all passing now

It's all passing now

And I’m letting it go

Let it pour out of me –

I thought – my only one

You’re not in the right place

You’re not the one for me…

Thunder and lightning!

This is love indeed.

I can see a bird flying above me

Barbwire in its open heart;

Holding a straw in its beak.

I rock myself while it lands on an apple tree

Inhaling apple wine in God’s garden.

I could keep on racing through the night

Just you and me, on a patched Indian horse within a dream.

A magical heart shivers in the kitchen knife

Below me mud and swamp…

Since then I keep seeing it everywhere

I stare into the distance; my home’s a rocky hell

Splintery heaven; flowing, distorted mirror

Sparkling in the light of fireflies.

I’m haunted by an Indian succubus

Her eyes, covered with rusty shrouds

Up in the clouds, beyond the mirrors

A snake-charmer, with wings of an angel, drops her flute.