Marie [English translation]

It's daytime.

So come outside, Marie.

We shall live, and throw stones into windows.

It's two. We will leave them to sulk at home.

If they don't want to - they don't have to.

But we will not force ourselves.

Dear me, everything bad will disappear one day.

So Marie, what is wrong?

Almighty, are a puppeteer's fingers, whether thin or thick they sometimes tear the thread.

And then to go, without any safeguard.

Always with the face of an optimist, turning leaves into living.

It's poison, to flatter yourself and not to hear how your world is collapsing.

Marie, who survives does not live, so adieu.

Marie, you've got the the disposition for cuddling again.

Like last year.

I hear the church bells ringing and that'll kill me, that'll kill me, that'll kill me for sure.

CHORUS

I like Marie, when my being should be asleep.

A being that is always on the move, and in the morning breathing life into sleeping lungs.

Don't wish to love me,

don't wish to love me,

don't wish to love me.

I like Marie, when my being should be asleep.

A being that is always on the move, and in the morning breathing life into sleeping lungs.

What, can there not be, between a woman and a man, friendship - where no-one is owed anything?

Simply the affinity of two souls without anyone suspecting anything.

CHORUS

I like Marie, when my being should be asleep.

A being that is always on the move, and in the morning breathing life into sleeping lungs.

Don't wish to love me,

don't wish to love me,

don't wish to love me.

I like Marie, when my being should be asleep.

A being that is always on the move, and in the morning breathing life into sleeping lungs.

• Artist:Tomáš Klus
• Album:Cesta do záhu(d)by