Dno za dnem [English translation]

A day after a day still without changes,

a bottom behind a bottom and I am still dim-witted.

I break my head with walls of my room.

I offer my life to a look,

I offer my life to be shared.

I don´t know why suddenly it force me

to hand in everything what is inside me.

The sun rised, ice melt,

in my tiny room I can´t hide anything.

I play a role of a dunce to crowd,

whoever finds a needle in a heap of hay

has it!

Happiness is a weapon for four hands,

the law is - hurt before you will be hurt.

Love is an illusion,

your heart beats because of fear

of being breathless.

My life stroke me against hair,

a wolf dies of hunger, wood is empty

You let him come close

and he brings your soul under his control,

that is what is God like!

I am but flash and few bones,

weird something wearing a costume.

Bel-ami without prejudices,

by my tears I conduct to sadness

and to tricks.

If you are Eve, I´ll be Adam

night will be an apple which I eat.

I am draining away by arguing with you

Don´t wonder that I fornicate with dreams.

My friends forgot me

even my enemies forgot me

They will come back again with their foreheads wrinkled

and say - what is going on?

Happiness is a weapon for four hands,

the law is - hurt before you will be hurt.

Love is an illusion,

your heart beats because of fear

of being breathless.

My life stroke me against hair,

a wolf dies of hunger, wood is empty

You let him come close

and he brings your soul under his control,

that is what is God like!

Happiness is a weapon for four hands,

the law is - hurt before you will be hurt.

Love is an illusion,

your heart beats because of fear

of being breathless.

My life stroke me against hair,

a wolf dies of hunger, wood is empty

You let him come close

and he brings your soul under his control,

that is what is God like!

• Artist:Tomáš Klus
• Album:Racek