Prvá [English translation]

No one will convince me,

that life is short,

that it ends like a dance,

that we'll bow to each other,

and for the last time,

we'll wave our hands.

I don't want your heart to grow silent,

what's supposed to be will happen anyway,

life goes by so fast, after all.

No one will convince me,

that when a person dies

only photos remain.

A person needs hope,

at least something,

at least three dots (...)

I don't want your heart to grow silent,

what's supposed to be will happen anyway,

life goes by so fast, after all.

So let that life last!

and my hand

won't say farewell to yours.

You're my first,

that gave me light,

like in the morning, at dawn.

Let it last!

And our end

is simply a matter of age.

You're my first,

the one I can spend my life with,

before my death as a fugitive.

No one will convince me,

that when I die,

you'll remain mine.

That's probably the main reason

why people are so afraid of dying.

I don't want our hearts to grow silent,

what's supposed to be will happen anyway,

life is so quick, after all.

So let that life last!

and my hand

won't say farewell to yours.

You're my first,

that gave me light,

like in the morning, at dawn.

Let it last!

And our end

is simply a matter of age.

You're my first,

the one I can spend my life with,

before my death as a fugitive.