Láska [English translation]

I was one step closer to love

today I only write poems about it

up in the attic, where the doves

confess to each other

I've tried to seek it everywhere

perhaps I can win it in cards

or it is maybe, by chance, in wine

just like verity

I confess to all of my sins

I fall asleep beaten and wounded, quite alone

I offer my torn out heart on my palm, I have nothing more

and yet you still don't know my name

It can't be bought in stores

in houses of love they offer you a fake,

fleeting love, some cash for a lie

why isn't love just like luck

so it can fall upon me once

it wears out, and hopefully you will believe me

that after that happens, I will give it all to you

I confess to all of my sins

I fall asleep beaten and wounded, quite alone

I offer my torn out heart on my palm, I have nothing more

and yet you still don't know my name

• Artist:Gladiátor