Текст песни Милослава Черний - За ліжкокрай

I have my sky in the bedroom.
Will you fall there? Behind the edge of the bed.
There are stars like little amoebas
They play in paradise until morning.
There the constellations turn their heads,
Cassiopeia cooks jam,
Perseus tears the sky on a rag
And laughs at the stellar rain.
You will fall asleep on a plate,
Where the Milky Way freezes.
Cepheus plays the flute,
And the bird of paradise will fall asleep.