Valami véget ért [English translation]

I'm lying on the hot concrete,

grief is just a distant sound,

a vein is pulsing slowly,

the fever is glowing quietly,

soft palm is touching my back,

oh the wind is just playing,

I know you're far away,

your every quiet word lives in me.

the trees are moaning the smell of dead flowers,

and the landscape is shaking,

something has ended, something hurts.

As the night is growing above me

the blame doesn't let me dream,

if I close my tired eyes

your look cuts my face,

I go blind near to the fire of your eyes,

but the sun will come up again soon,

I am nothing without you.

the trees are moaning the smell of dead flowers,

and the landscape is shaking,

something has ended, something hurts.

• Artist:Ákos