Most múlik pontosan [English translation]

I let it pass me by,

I let it leave me now.

I let it fly out of me

Even though it's the only one..

You are so out place,

You don't belong to me

Outside is thundering

This was a love for real..

I see a bird above,

Gliding from side to side,

Straw in its beak and barbed wire

Around his gaping heart.

Lands on an apple tree,

In the Eden of the Divine.

Breaths holy cider in

While I sing a lullaby.

I'd ride with you on and on

Into the night time,

On an Indian horse of a fantasy..

The heart of a shaman man

Trembling on my knife,

Only moors and mud

Under my feet..

Ever since all the time,

All I see is her face.

Staring the distance

My home is now

Made of stone and disgrace.

Misshapen fluid mirrors

Glass shards of Paradise,

Illuminated by

Circles of fireflies.

An Indian ghost

Haunts me from the inside.

Rusty coins placed over his eyes..

An angel winged snake charmer

lets his flute drop,

Over all the mirrors in the clouds...

• Artist:Quimby
• Album:Kilégzés (2005)