Styrana [English translation]

You come back to home worn-out again

I see you on the knees again

I don't ask you again: where were you, from where did you come back

You're looking at walls with dully eyes, You're looking at walls with dully eyes,

And I won't know more from anywhere

Than from your eyes and lids, from beaten bloody lips

You can be silent (if you want)

You wake up worn-out in the morning again

I see you on the knees again

I don't ask you again: what about did you dream, how's it going

You're looking at walls with dully eyes, You're looking at walls with dully eyes,

And I won't know more from anywhere

Than from your eyes and lids, from beaten bloody lips

You can be silent, you can be silent

I won't know more from anywhere

Than from your eyes and lids, from beaten bloody lips

You can be silent

Nothing will say me more

Than shrugged shoulder and hands

Your body, shifting from foot to foot

You can be silent, you can be silent

Although, we both know....