Haló [English translation]

I call your number once again and count

Just ringing eight times but you are not around

But all of a sudden I can hear a different tone

Hello, don't hang up the telephone

I feel miserable, I feel high, for I'm suddenly alone with you

I've been a spoon, an impossible case since I met you

Go on, laugh at my confusion, I don't worry about awkwardness,

as long as I can kiss your hair with my words.

I've known you since long ago through fleeting encounters

I've always been seeing you in my fantasies and dreams

Even my own face I don't know as well as you

Hello, what I'm not familiar with, though, is your voice.

But how should I be familiar with it, when I talk all by myself.

Well, a spoon I've been, an impossible case, since I met you.

In my mind I keep on drawing in profile and en face

that face I'm kissing with my words - in the hair.

Hello, don't hang up the telephone.

So make complaint, write it down, that I call you when you're asleep.

You can laugh at my mistakes or you can be silent.

Lock your door to keep me out, I will find the back door of dreams.

And thanks to them I kiss your hair again.

• Artist:Jiří Korn