Sentiment na tři body [English translation]

I wonder if the eyes of the poet

whose words touch the stars

can see the same colours

above the city roofs

I wonder if the same blood

that runs through my heart

runs through the heart of a womanizer

(if he even has one)

I'm asking you as well, God, if you actually exist

And if you do-

are you watching from a theater box

or from the dusty roads?

I wonder if the birds in heaven dream as well

when they look down with the angels

and count out our days

And who has all the love

and who has all the injustice

Why one's flame rages

and the other's only smothers

The questions pile up with time

and I'm still alive- that's so cool

As long as I have questions to ask,

I am not afraid of death

It won't come until after the excitement dies down

from the joy of being on Earth

Why do the cities take away from the fields

and where has the magic of old places gone

Why does he who votes for himself become the master, all the more self-assured

How many times nees a human to live

before he learns how to love

And why does the autumn follow the summer

Otherwise there is no order

Why are your eyes the colour of topaz

and your heart made of stone

Why he is allowed tou hug you

while you keep saying no to me

As long as I have questions to ask,

I am not afraid of death

It won't come until after the excitement dies down

from the joy of being made for each other

As long as I have questions to ask,

I am not afraid of death

It won't come until after the excitement dies down

from the joy of being on Earth