Zamisli [English translation]

As if I’m on drugs,

As if I’m programmed.

As if they are driving me,

As if they are swaying me.

Imagine, on a white horse

You’re pouring emeralds across the sky.

Imagine galloping

Alone in the sky made of marmalade

Humming some little songs.

Wind whipping your face.

As if I’m on drugs,

As if I’m programmed.

As if they are driving me,

As if they are swaying me.

For a moment.

But I am just a little bit in love.

Imagine you start to fly

and never land

Imagine, you squint

and then, as if you explode

Imagine, like compresses

they are putting rhythm on your feet

As if I’m on drugs,

As if I’m programmed.

As if they are driving me,

As if they are swaying me.

For a moment.

But I am just a little bit in love.