Pekelna vasen neprojde zrcadlem



Ohen, Ohen, Ohen



Mysteries of hiding-places, brisk sacramnet 

Deep knowledge, presence of myths



Vapours of redolent cloudlets from vessel are divesting 

Swallowing stream is dissolwing the flow 

Plundering stop is sifting the corn of life 

Knowledge disclaimed sight of cosmic rainbow 

Without waterside is solitude of fruit of sight 

Lost thoughts of open emptinesses 

For love are cutted off the eye-lids of Gods 

Fruits of elements feel their beat 

Pebbels of colours repose on bottom of streams 

Watching gate is dawning to men 

Tender mystery, to give birth and die into rose



Cross of world eat sacrifices of the strokes 

Runner will wound his soles on notions 

Cramps of inbornations fly away through the spiral and back 

Flowers are symbol of the following



Tajemno skrytych mist posvatnosti,

Hluboka moudrost zvecnelych mytu,

Pro lasku jsou uriznuta vicka Bohum

a kvety jsou symbolem pristiho.

Nezne tajemstvi dava zrozeni a smrt v ruzi,

Pekelna vasen neprojde zrcadlem...