Okno - Janela

Oko je oknem do duše, oknem do nebe
Modré jako azulejos, tam za horami
Pohledy se mění, stromy rostou
Ale mé srdce je tam mezi tou vší krásou
Ztracené

The eye is the window to soul, a window to Heaven
Blue as azulejos, there across the mountains
Views vary, trees grow
But my heart is there between that all beauty
Lost