Nedělní ráno [English translation]

The alarm clock was ringing, it was morning

There was a stone in my head and darkness beneath it

When I had a mug of beer for breakfast

It still seemed to have a strange taste

When I flushed dreams from my eyes with cold water

And a grey veil from my face

One look out of the window revealed

That this day is lazy Sunday

I could still sense the taste of cigarettes in my mouth

Of the songs from the previous night

So I went out and just watched

As the sun had a new day in its power

And then the breeze sent the Sunday scent to me

That smell from hot ovens

And suddenly I wanted to be with you again

Somewhere outside of the city in the shade of apple trees

I would like to be a granite block

In the sidewalk on the Sunday morning

And why do I have a strange sadness

I hope I will never know

And perhaps even death is less serious

Than these Sunday moments

May the ringing of bells in the morning

Pulverize my heart

I kept on going in that morning scent

Passing over white prams and baby bows

Then I stood for a long time and watched

The things that sometimes beautifies the world

Maybe my vision returned and suddenly

I was looking straight at the world again

Maybe I understand your happiness better now

Although I know you're not mine

I would like to be a granite block

In the sidewalk on the Sunday morning

And why do I have a strange sadness

I hope I will never know

And perhaps even death is less serious

Than these Sunday moments

May the ringing of bells in the morning

Pulverize my heart