Noc komety [English translation]

Visions, come to me

Close, closest

Stay in my head,

The wildest dreams

This is your scene

Headlight lower

The procession of my dreams

Is whirling for you

Where did the snow come from

In the middle of summer

Where does this saxophone

Playing under the skull come from

The mirrors of the whole world

Are already exploding

And the time is pulsing

Infinitely slow

The night of the comet is coming

The rain of blazing meteors

You will not know from the newspaper

Who will survive one’s death

Gleams, reflections, the flood of gilt,

Southern Crosses

And star dust

The pile of diamonds

Which with cold light

Will be burning

Till the end of days

The night of the comet is coming...

Dawn with a pale hand

Will wipe away sweat and tears

The nightmare will pass off

The sultry dreams will disappear

• Artist:Budka Suflera