Slimak - Buty

Do bileho rana,

do cerstveho vzduchu,

do horkeho leta,

do studene zimy.

Jako by se zdalo,

ze je toho malo,

jako by se chtelo

do uplne vseho.

Do sucheho listi,

do stareho dreva,

do husteho chrasti,

do horkeho pisku,

do studene vody,

na vyhraty kamen,

do kamene dolu,

az na druhy konec.

Do kamene dolu,

az na druhy konec,

do kamene dolu,

az na druhy konec

Mozna, ze tam bydli

jeden stary slimak,

co ma misto domku

moji vlastni hlavu.

Until the morning,

into the fresh air,

until the hot summer

until the cold of winter.

As it seems

that there is little

as if to

to absolutely everything.

To the dry leaf,

to old wood,

into thick scrub,

to the bitter end,

into cold water,

on the won stone,

into the stone mine,

and to the other end.

Down to the rock,

and at the other end,

into the stone mine,

and to the other end

Maybe they lived there

one old snail

what is the place of a house

my own head.