Viszlát nyár [English translation]

Let's be cruelly honest1 :

my boat has to go

and it will leave you here.

My blood will live within you

and if you don't sell it, the mark is on your heart,

which lifts you up from the ground to the sky.

Goodbye summer, you missed me,

'cause you lied that you'll be mine

but you didn't come!

Goodbye dream, I'm so thankful that you're gone!

Now it's time to give me back

what you took away from me!

The life has got tired in my veins,

I know that you'd hold (me)

but please, let me go.

Here it is, strip your part out of me

and if you don't sell it, the mark is on your heart,

which lifts you up from the ground to the sky.

1. literally: Let's put one's cards in the table