Törött szárnyú madár [English translation]

There is a storm in the place of my dreams

My chained heart is dim

Wind runs on the meadow, the fall revivals

The gloomy loneliness sheds its leaves on me

Chorus:

I’m a broken winged bird without you, and maybe

I could never fly after your desire

Broken winged bird, love heals his/her wound

Flying again, if S/he sense the heat of the Sun

The dark world put his eyes on me

the orange sky turns into dusk

no rose bloom, only the thistle –

with its thorns wounds the place of my heart

Chorus:

I’m a broken winged bird without you, and maybe

I could never fly after your desire

Broken winged bird, love heals his/her wound

Flying again, if S/he sense the heat of the Sun

(2x)

Broken winged bird, love heals his/her wound

Flying again, if S/he sense the heat of the Sun