Nenávratná [English translation]

Mannequins' charm out of shop windows,

My trip to place of no time,

I'm different for sure, I'm whoever now,

A victim of unaware beauty,

not to be seen but to be shapelessly touched.

Without face of the unknown,

Distant on my uncharted road,

Haunted by the whisper of mouths,

That seemed to be voiceless,

I want to drink again from your transparent palms.

And from foreign verses I put sentences together,

From swan feathers wings to fly me beyond worlds,

If you sleep with him,

With him if you sleep.

To be closer and able to forgive,

To have a hideout under the eyelids,

To hold tight and never let go just as happened before,

When we shouted through our being silent

And tempted one another to cry.

An ignition is enough in place of words,

The poetry of feelings

And the scenery without any movement,

Only our melody is to be heard,

The story of a bohemian and poet at once,

Just me and those.

And from foreign verses I put sentences together,

From swan feathers wings to fly me beyond worlds,

If you sleep with him,

With him if you sleep.

Now I know, that you hide messages

Under your pillow, written by the slumber,

Behind the mirror in the bathroom,

Your scent with chamomile,

This well I know the score of loss

On both sides.

You only embellish the truth in vacuum

With the colours of your words,

You try to avoid the fall,

Lost in thoughts remain - you coward!

And from foreign verses I put sentences together,

From swan feathers wings to fly me beyond worlds,

If you sleep with him,

With him if you sleep.