V útulcích pro ztracený [English translation]

Like bifurcate second me

Idea pretty crazy

toy in child's hands

woman, what's smiling

Bizarre dream I was dreaming

dual-role I was playing in that dream

I was on my own funeral

and you put flower on tomb

In home for lost

Sip own sadness

from clean cups

memories bite to soul

like lots of black midges

Who propounds, that it's me

with laugh hides own tears

maybe, he/she doesn't know himself/herself

under mask hides own face

In this world is just fear

I recognize the black color

I brightly see, that I'm my murderer

I meet funeralers

• Artist:Kabát
• Album:Orgazmus