Looking at that picture just one year old
and thinking how far we got from each other on the road
we walked together for so long.
I still remember that ticklish feeling
when my wings started growing
after our first kiss
and I still remember that agony when they were cut off.
I wonder when these wounds will stop bleeding.
I miss you, Mó... I still miss you...
Noc co noc, den co den, stýská se mi,
jako bych nevěděl, ptám se, kde Tě mám?...