Kör Heves [English translation]

Look, the syllable beneath my tongue gets cold

And like a never taken path this path appeared

On my hands is blood, in my blood thousand poisons of you

Everything was swallowed down, these stones are (my) witnesses

The glass is broken, we are scattered to the four winds

I tore myself (and) realized

This is not love

I am lost, the voices inside me are gone

It was everything, in a blind desire it came to an end

Now in the yellow drawers my dashed prayers are like a flood

His song grows in long nights, I said here, love him

• Artist:Mabel Matiz