Poprvé [English translation]

In the night my phone has died out

And suddenly I stopped making tracks

Big HIM can’t suddenly sniff out

What I am doing

E-mail and Facebook deleted

Because I have discovered loving

Be out of net while I’m alone

Nobody’s out here

I let my eyes of the tablet

And saw how beautiful is it here

And life on live is so pretty

Even if it’s raining

I let my eyes of the tablet

And saw how beautiful is it here

And life on live is so pretty

Even if it’s raining

And in that rain I hit the road

To the doors of unknown apartment

Which I’ve always seen so many times

When talking online, bit after bit

Seeing only that quiet typing

I’m hearing the sound of your keyboard

So you have me here, my lady

My beautiful lass

Inside my soul I began to tremble

That I won’t handle this data transfer

That the voltage is getting very high

It will remove you from my wallpaper

Then someone’s hand opens up the door

So sinfully pretty God forbid

From them you, just like pictures from Instagram

You leap on me and then start pouring tears

You’re alive

Don’t be a viewer

We will be making wonders

You’re alive

Don’t be a viewer

We will be making wonders