The heart fights among the swamps, skirts the edge of the underworld, falls exhausted, but won't give in to what's easy, while irregular steps of intoxication wake up, wake the stillness.
Srce se bori usred močvara, okružuje rub podzemlja, pada iscrpljeno i ne predaje se lako dok se nejednaki koraci oduševljenja ne probude, ne probude mir".