Ribizliálom [English translation]

Do you want more fairy tales, as in times of old,

a string of flitting words,

a stroking of eyes and ears,

the soft swaying of arms?

Roll the apple on your body,

the boredom of dusty Sundays,

sleep will catch you in the garden,

will run with you on a branch of currant.

And then you're there,

you're everywhere,

everything's melting,

if you're naked, just enjoy it.

I'm coming already,

I heard your call,

I give a lazy sigh,

you know my secret, you can see me already.

Somewhere in a place where stars shine bright in the sky.

Angels are undressing in a remote light, under shooting stars.

I pluch from you real figs, oranges, and embrace you with both arms.

I never believed, since it was a dream, but I'm still with you.

And then you're there,

you're everywhere,

everything's melting,

if you're naked, just enjoy it.

I'm coming already,

I heard your call,

I give a lazy sigh,

you know my secret, you can see me already.

Somewhere in a place where stars shine bright in the sky.

Angels are undressing in a remote light, under shooting stars.

I pluch from you real figs, oranges, and embrace you with both arms.

I never believed, since it was a dream, but I'm still with you.

Roll the apple on your body,

the boredom of dusty Sundays,

sleep will catch you in the garden,

will run with you on a branch of currant.

• Artist:Palya Bea