Polka [Cilvēks bez ēnas] [English translation]

While I'll be alive,

One man appears before my eyes

It's standing and calling and calling more than loudly.

Everything is indifferent for him.

What was, what will be and what has happened.

I'm sorry that God sees it and pretends that he doesn't see it.

It will be a shame to say

If a black color will come to meet the day

This story is about people without shadows.

While someone is crying, while someone is loving you

Human without a shadow will always be.

So he goes.

This is human without a shadow.

He doesn't shout anymore,

His eyes are mute.

I feel so much and so much more

Than the mind is capable to comprehend.

And I know, I know that it is so.

So he goes,

This is human without a shadow.

He can't hear anymore,

His eyes are mute.