Rīts pieneņpūkās [English translation]

Morning comes in mist and buzzes, so warm

It still believes us both, this morning

But the night is still in my hands

And yours - still sleeps

Afraid, I'm afraid, you'll wake up

And say: that all was a dream about us

And afraid, I'm afraid to not confess

How morning smells

And my heart lies in dandelion puffs

Morning rings, buzzes and shakes in grasshoppers

Like a silk, that's how smells your morning

But the night still holds you

It still holds me and doesn't let go anywhere

Afraid, I'm afraid, you'll wake up

And say: that all was a dream about us

And afraid, I'm afraid to not confess

How morning smells

And my heart lies in dandelion puffs

Night, it still, still holds you

Night, it still, still holds you

Afraid, I'm afraid, you'll wake up

And say: that all was a dream about us

And afraid, I'm afraid to not confess

How morning smells

And my heart lies in dandelion puffs