Poželela [English translation]

My unhappy bed, this cold sweat

from my sadness and tears have made me pale,

and yet I'm not afraid that I can't see the daylight.

I'll admit to you that I wish you were here.

I'm watering those dead flowers,

I'm looking at my ash-coloued rainbow.

I was scalded along time ago.

I'll admit to you that I wish you were here.

Ref.

Both my hands were submerged in a fire.

The heart, naturally, realises too late.

I gave you my last drop of blood.

For me you are the last and the first.

But I was eternally your second,

a stone, but you thought I was silk.

Even if my heart isn't whole,

it pines for you still.

Oh who will give me a single piece of a dream?

I moved myself away from my own two eyes

a long time ago so that I couldn't see.

I'll admit to you that I wish you were here.

Ref.