Prvá [English translation]

No one can convince me

that life is short

that it ends just like a dance

that we'll bow to each other

and, for one last time,

wave the palms of our hands.

I don't want your heart to go quiet,

what's meant to happen will happen anyway,

after all, life goes by so fast.

No one can convince me

that once a person dies

all that's left are just pictures.

People need hope,

anything,

at least some ellipsis.

I don't want your heart to go quiet,

what's meant to happen will happen anyway,

after all, life goes by so fast.

So let (that) life last long

and my palm (/hand)

will never say goodbye to yours.

You are my first

you gave me light

like a morning at dawn.

Let it last long

and our end

is just a matter of age.

You are my first

who I can spend my life with

while running away from death.

No one can convince me

that once I've died

you'll remain mine.

That's probably the main reason

people are so scared of dying.

I don't want our hearts to go quiet,

what's meant to happen will happen anyway,

after all, life is so quick.

So let (that) life last long

and my hand

won't say goodbye to yours.

Let it last long

and our end

is just a matter of age.

You are my first

who I can spend my life with

while running away from death.