Pánbožko dnes nie je doma [English translation]

God isn't home today, they say that he has left us

Angels pointlessly pray, rain has their tears washed away

God isn't home today, our world looses dreams

1 child calls after him: God (sir) return from the darkness!

When I was little

He always stroked my face

When I was little

He has been always standing with me

And stroked my face

God isn't home today, they say that he has left us

Angels pointlessly pray, rain has their tears washed away

God isn't home today, the world has become lukewarm

And I know that he will come one day back

When I was little

He always stroked my face

When I was little

He has been always standing with me

And stroked my face

God isn't home today but I hear a voice

Echoing in every heart, calling us up to him

Don't worry-he is telling us in a lovely childlike dream

I'll come back to you as usual for this Christmas too

When I was little

He always stroked my face

When I was little

He has been always standing with me

And stroked my face