Houses huddle, all multi-colored

There are always flowers on the windowsills

Randomly, unexpectedly, miraculously

A myriad, an armful of nobody's dreams

Brought by the wind somehow fabulously...

I'm running in shoes, in a spring raincoat

I am in a hurry to meet with myself

And as if it seems, and as if it's dreaming of

meeting a true love...

Let it be invented, but it will come true!

Mosaic of thoughts, birds live chirping

On the main square the grandeur of the Radnitz

And the spiers sharply resting on the Universe,

They raise my thought and then prostrate it

I am a stranger here and everything's unknown...

I run and fly and I compete

With my unbridled destiny

Let passers-by be surprised

Walking slowly along the pavement

The cobbled pavement...

Houses huddle, all multi-coloured...