Poželela [English translation]

My sad bed, this cold sweat

of sadness and crying I turned white

and I'm not afraid I do not see the day

I confess that I wished you.

I watering introduced flowers

I watch my ashen rainbow

Long time ago, I m burned all

I confess that i wished you...

Both my hands were on fire

heart, of course, realizes too late

I m give you the last drop of blood

for me and the last first.

And I'm eternally second one was

that the stone, and you think silk

Although the my heart is not whole

again i wish you.

Who can give a piece of dream

long time ago i m myself annoy

with my both eyes i m never saw

I confess that i wished you...