Martin Vrbata

Cítím (a song draft)

(a rough translation)

I haven't met you, and it's like I know you.
I don't know what you smell like and yet I can feel you.
The depth of your eyes when I look into them.
My legs are weak, I'm dizzy. My head is spinning.

What if I never meet you?
What if I mistake you for another face?
And yet I wait every day,
for the moon that shines in the day.

I haven't met you. I only know you from pictures.
I found you in the marketplace of faces.
I'm not sure. Is that enough for love?
I'm dizzy, my head is spinning. Your eyes shine.