Vymyslená [English translation]

I'm waiting for her in the front of her house

It's raining under my collar

Where do we know each other from I won't tell anyone

Clasically shy, she laughs with her eyes

She's got bruise on elbow and a bag from mum

I wanna go with her, by small train

on a trip to Modra1

Argue at first, then smooth up

Have our own secrets

lock them with key

Hold each other's hand, don't wanna disjoin

Think up crazy names for friends

It's pity that she is, it's pity that she is just made up

It's pity that she is, it's pity that she is just made up

I'm waiting for her in the front of her house, it's raining under my collar

Where do we know each other from I won't tell anyone

I wanna go with her, by small train

on a trip to Modra

Argue at first, then smooth up

Have our own secrets

lock them with key

Hold each other's hand, don't wanna disjoin

Think up crazy names for friends

It's pity that she is, it's pity that she is just made up

It's pity that she is, it's pity that she is just made up

It's pity that she is, it's pity that she is just made up

1. a small town in W-Slovakia

• Artist:Elán