Za sklom [English translation]

Bottle in the window,

wineglass in the bathtub,

body shapes behind the frame,

coldness to the hand.

And everything bad is behind the glass.

Vase with the flowers,

washer filled with rags,

fights on the balcony

between the pigeons and crows.

And everything bad is behind the glass.

We sleep and the freeze

breathes upon the windows,

seeps inside over to us.

Dust settles

quietly on the TV,

new hero

at a dirty shoot-out.

And everything bad is behind the glass.

Death reflected in the eyes

of a little yellow fish,

the key witness

to yesterday’s little slip-up.

And everything bad is behind the glass.

We sleep and the freeze

breathes upon the windows,

seeps inside over to us.

World didn’t make it through

the explosion in the mirror,

Slavín, the Castle are gone,

Barrow on the Bradlo too.

And everything bad is behind the glass.

I swipe to the edge proper

over the phone’s screen,

that touchy shard of glass

and you’re such fine lady.

And everything bad...

We sleep and the freeze

breathes upon the windows,

seeps inside over to us.

• Artist:Korben Dallas
• Album:Banská Bystrica