Hříšná těla, křídla motýlí [English translation]

Once they almost got you

And now they want you again

Sinful bodies, butterfly wings

Blood trickles down the rose

That you hung on the wall

A draft pulled it down and life couldn't go on

Tattered butterfly wings

Avoid shoes treading fragrance

They crush lines written

For a mere loaf of bread, barely missing the gold coin

They'll sell you and put you on display

In exhibition halls

And each one, to stuff his own wallet,

Speeds away alone in his Jeep

Once they almost got you

They grasped at your soul

Sinful bodies, butterfly wings

Return through the rock that lead you off your path

Turn the stone upon the entrance

Spread your butterfly wings and catch the sun

Avoid shoes treading fragrance

They crush lines written

For a mere loaf of bread, barely missing the gold coin

They'll sell you and put you on display

In exhibition halls

And each one, to stuff his own wallet,

Speeds away alone in his Jeep

Once a tree grows fully

Once it gets struck by lightning and thunder

Mnnn, the night is languid

Once a tree grows fully

Once it gets struck by lightning and thunder

It will align, separate, divide

You'll line Tuesday up with pieces of Sundays and go on…

Remember the world

When your want for a piece of flesh

Kept you from seeing miracles

You didn't have your butterfly wings

Spoken part:

In the canyon under the rock of revelation

A valley split with tension, cut open by a connection

Deer weighed down by the rut

Mindlessly throw themselves into the depths of earth

• Artist:Aneta Langerová