Neobzerajte sa Pani Lótová [English translation]

The room reeks with souls of cigarette butts

In the ashtray a small cemetery

And inside us, shame to even speak of

We were looking for ten just men

Not one was found

Which of you, who will believe me.

Let bygones be bygones, now lets try to find

The important, that what is inside us

They claim insect will survive

Though that depends on us

So it is, don't look back Miss Lot

The vulgar joke lies somewhere in the corner

In the bin full of words which had lost their smell

and a few unnecessary dreams.

Let bygones be bygones, now lets try to find

The important, that what is inside us

They claim insect will survive

Though that depends on us

So it is, don't look back Miss Lot

Let bygones be bygones, now lets try to find

The important, that what is inside us

They claim insect will survive

Though that depends on us

So it is, don't look back Miss Lot