Kad odem [English translation]

When I'm gone,

and the devil escorts me slowly out of town,

and the moonlight covers my every last step,

do not be sad, since everybody meets,

little silent nightingale, once on their doorstep.

When I'm gone,

and the wind starts humbling some winter prayers,

and then drives all the dead leaves into a torrent,

they will scold even outdoor music players,

playing a wrong song, at the wrong moment.

Hey, now I need you strong

I know it's easiest to sob

But It's just our Lord playing

the sonata of the fall.

I had a dream of a door in solid gold,

I'm afraid to pass trough, but I must go.

I know, you're an altruist,

so don't break and spoil it now,

just light a single candle for me,

the day of saint John.

Do not keep the ashes for very long those days,

once when I'm gone, and I must be now.

When I'm gone,

and you put first feverfew out on the porch,

and the horse chestnuts lay all around the logs,

do not light in vain, lantern nor a torch,

when I'm taken away, by October fogs.

Hey, now I need you strong

I know it's easiest to sob

But It's just our Lord playing

the sonata of the fall.

I had a dream of a door in solid gold,

I'm afraid to pass trough, but I must go.

I know, you're an altruist,

so don't break and spoil it now,

just light a single candle for me,

the day of saint John.

Do not keep the ashes for very long those days,

once when I'm gone, and I must be now.