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(Katarina!) Oh Katarina! Only you and no other You are like a spring that comes after summer Like a song nobody can sing But me Oh Katarina, the more I eat the biggerīs the need You, my soul, I canīt forget You are like a spring that comes after summer Like a song nobody can sing But me I DON'T LIKE DWARFS (Nemam rad trpasliky) I donīt like dwarfs and all of their habits I dislike everything that makes them dwarfs Those little hands of theirs those little heads of theirs those little hearts of theirs those little souls of theirs Great God! Why are they so small? I donīt like dwarfs and all of their habits I dislike everything that makes them dwarfs How their drink their little beers how they eat their little dumplings how they talk their little talks how they say their little truths Great God! Why are they so small? I donīt like dwarfs and all of their habits I dislike everything that makes us dwarfs IN A GOLDEN COACH (Ve zlatem kocare) In a golden coach comfortably rides a lord with rings on his fingers And the coachman with the white wig sitting on the staddle Looks down at the world with mouth agape And a mob of flunkeys scutters obediently Make way for the noble lord! Crowds gather, sing and drool from pleasure In a golden coach, clad in satin rides the benevolent, magnanimous lord throwing small change to the left, to the right with a gracious smile And his subjects crawl by on the ground with all their dignity Meddling in the mud, gathering nickels Fighting like dogs for a rotten bone In a golden coach the good lord is leaving and behind his cart stupid subjects wave What are a few dimes compared to coffers full of money he made on the taxes of the poor Not far from the town, in an old lane dark shadows are shimmering behind the poplars Robbers are sharpening knives and loading guns... And in the golden coach the lord rides rides rides MARIE! (Marie!) Marie, Iīm not sleeping , Iīve been on the road all night I ainīt one of those who plead or beg for help Iīm sailing to you with my mast up Going to conquer you with my sword The churchspires are collapsing, trains changing their way Flocks of wingless birds have landed My boat is weaving through the storm My shoes are leaking, and above my head itīs burning Iīm sending you a bottle with a few unwritten words Donīt hesitate to open it, for it will be the last when the four horsemen come It will be too late to hide Icebergs are melting and the sea floods the land days are like nights, nights are like days The heavens pour neverending rain The storm rages and the flood goes on Dress in your Sundayīs best reach the mountain that towers to the sky If you find time, call up to the clouds Marie! That you are not the last one, you were the first IN BABYLON (V Babylune) I got lost in the steets of a strange town Donīt know my way back home There are some houses here, but I donīt know who lives there I donīt know where I am, who I am, or whatīs going on How to recognize the danger lurking Among the people of a strange talking Donīt understand a single word Dad, I got lost in some strange world THE ROPE THAT BINDS US TO HEAVEN (Lano, co k nebi nas pouta) I used to sit in a seaport joint, sip rum, and flirt with girls Didnīt care much, just about my pipe puffing What used to be is not anymore, I wasted all I had We are as strong as the rope that binds us to heaven But all at once confusion when that chap came in, I swear! He orders a drink, sits down next to me in the corner Then he leans over and says gently: Matthew! We are as strong as the rope that binds us to heaven I say: Sir, have we met before? Are you sure? And what do you care about me, an old vulture? Board my ship, he replies, itīs name is Eternity We are as strong as the rope that binds us to heaven His words cut sharply like a razor blade like when your morning is broken by the cry of the cock Letīs go, I said, and that very day I became a sailor We are as strong as the rope that binds us to heaven So loose the anchors, put up the sails, the wind is starting to blow Sweep bleak thoughts away, and let music play about Paradise regained, there is nothing to fear We are as strong as the rope that binds us to heaven WHEN A SPLENDID WOMAN MARRIES AN IDIOT (Kdyz si bajecnou zenskou vezme idiot) Well, when a splendid woman marries an idiot there's nothing for her eyes but to cry What kind of life is that? He just sits there all day long sipping bottle beer and watchin football The only words he ever says are "Why did I ever marry you?" She dreams about gentle confessions When the full moon shines in the dark The only thing she hears instead is "Whatīs for supper?" She would love to have him say "Sweetheart, you look fabulous tonight" Stupid cow, she doesnīt understand the male soul Well, when a splendid woman marries an idiot there's nothing for her eyes but to cry What kind of life is that? When a splendid woman marries an idiot A THIEF AND A DESERTER (Zlodej a dezerter) We will hide ourselves here, brother, said the man in a torn tunic to his comrade in combat boots Both standing tacitly before a ruined house where they hoped to find shelter from the storm and the royal army in their wake Both desired to remain unseen, both had reasons to hide like mice in holes The first man was a hobo, a fair thief that escaped the gallows The second man was an army dropout, a deserter I cannot sleep, sometimes even until daybreak Waiting for the morning, waiting for a merciful deathblow in the darkness Thereīs no star in the sky tonight Herod is leading his army to the child in a manger Who will weigh my fear and my courage on the scales? Many months they have been wandering in a snowy land, holding each other up, suffering hunger, destitution, frost and snow The thief dremt about a tranquil life out in the contry, the deserter raved about military success and great victories One night the thief took his shoes off, and laid his satchel of stolen gold next to the sleeping soldier It is about time for us to part, brother, and live on, wherever it takes us Only you have just became a thief and I am the deserter I cannot sleep, sometimes even until the dawn Waiting for the morning, waiting for a deathblow out of mercy in the darkness Thereīs no star in the sky tonight Three kings are bringing their gifts to the baby in the manger But the manger is empty and I am scared I cannot sleep, sometimes even until the dawn Waiting for the morning, waiting for a deathblow out of mercy in the darkness Thereīs no star in the sky tonight CLOUDS (Mraky) Some hundred years ago my grandpa was born And his whole long life he toiled in the fields Spring and summer, fall and toil - never a day off Three shirts, seven kids, two pairs of shoes, one wife The clouds are moving through the sky going by, getting nowhere My pop came to town, worked in the factory reeled wires, drilled holes, pulled out nails After work for a beer, on Sundays watch football, A neverending, stupid TV show The clouds are moving through the sky going by, getting nowhere I sit on my butt in my cosy office My occupation - information, dates in a diary I graduated from all my schools with flying colours All the same l donīt know, what Iīm doing here or who I am The clouds are moving through the sky going by, getting nowhere I donīt want to be like a tree in the wind that falls down when the storm hits Even if dust is all thatīs left of me to at least be the sand in the hourglass The clouds are moving through the sky going by, getting nowhere STOWAWAY (Cernej pasazer) I have a suitcase stuffed with excess junk and a map that's wrapped in canvas But my train is riding the opposite way And my ticket is long since useless In my memories stands a house With smoke rising out the chimney And in that house there's a table laid out There is me and there's my family My past jeers at me cruelly And my heart aches when I remember That the trees that were to reach heaven are lying here dismembered I'm a stowaway I have no goal, no direction I am taking a black ride thru life not knowing where I will end I have it all in a faded photo taken sometime last century Just that and a feeling of homelessness I carry still now in my memory I'm a stowaway I have no goal, no direction I am taking a black ride thru life not knowing where I will end A SMALL KNIGHT (O malem rytiri) The knight rides and rides, into the countryside Searching in the distance new adventure He knows no scare and he knows no fear Only his big heart and dusty boots Once upon a Sunday The sun was shining bright The little fellow hit the table with his fist Enough of the cosy life, enough pots full of meat! No dawdling, come what may, I must set off today, So call the servants and saddle me a horse! Good sir! the old cattleman clasps his hands But his master is already sitting on a horse Proclaiming vigorously: Itīs my duty to help the needy Defend the poor and weak, heal the wounds of the sick In vain the maid calls: Come back, sir, people are scum! But barely had he passed the gates of town When a band of ruffians jumped on him from the trees All those poor, weak, and needy, the whole dirty lot Were beating him mercilesly Before he could recover he was almost dead They took what he had and devoured his horse Sursum corda! My heart, cheer up! My mission is not over! I will conquer my honour and glory from my path I shall not stray! Hark! My sword! (and picked up a piece of wire) And here my shield and helm! (an empty spinach can) Then he saddled a spider, and said Heigh-Ho! We will liberate a princess from lethargy! When the forlorn princess spotted him She burst with laughter and slapped her forehead Roaring with tears of laughter Itīs unreal, she called, how rude people are today This freak came to ask for my hand! Hey soldiers - quickly show him the door! So the little knight rides on, keeps to his path Chin proudly up - his battle was not lost Even though the King had him lashed The dragon ate his shoes and a whore spat on his pants In a world where people are peopleīs worst enemies He is still a knight - in his heart The knight rides and rides, into the countryside Searching in the distance new adventure He knows no scare and he knows no fear Only his big heart and dusty boots GIVE ME BACK MY HEAD (Vratte mi mou hlavu) They gave me a name, ID, passport and a tax payerīs number and dropped another "honest" message in my mailbox from a well known politician Grinning teeth, such a stiff face that makes your stomach turn and the slogan "We need only your vote" and all around the smell of brimstone Since I began to talk there was this crowd of similar scoundrels with a lot of well-meant advice that I wonīt manage without How to bend the law, how to bribe the court how to live on somebody elsesīs bill how to rob the earth, poison the air how to juggle with words truth and lie They gave me schools, education about me, for me, without me and the feeling of deep disappointment of a stranger in his own house A stranger with only one law that is summed up in two lines: Fear God, love your neighbour honour your father and mother So keep your talk and promises I see and know your plans The apple is rotten from the core I vote for a government from a different world of different habits and morals so take back your hat and give me back my head Take back your hat and give me back my head HEADHUNTERS (Lovci lebek) Through desert and forest, savannah and bush The headhunters go, behind them soulhunters With a machine gun, bayonet, cannon and the crossbow The headhunters go, behind them soulhunters Eye on the taillights, ears perked up The headhunters go, behind them soulhunters The silence disturbed only by the buzzing of flies The headhunters go, behind them soulhunters People shiver in anxiety the fire is getting cold So little time is left, so little time is left The King fled to the mountains at night when all where sleeping The prophets prophesized, the prophets warned Through desert and forest, savannah and bush The headhunters go, behind them soulhunters With a machine gun, bayonet, cannon and the crossbow The headhunters go, behind them soulhunters Eye on the taillights, ears perked up The headhunters go, behind them soulhunters Voices tremor, hearts throb in necks, The headhunters go, behind them soulhunters The shaman reads in the ashes bad news The women took their jewels and buried them in the ground The men slaughtered their herds and threw them in the lake How long will this moment last from morn until night? Through desert and forest, savannah and bush The headhunters go, behind them soulhunters With a machine gun, bayonet, cannon and the crossbow The headhunters go, behind them soulhunters Eye on the taillights, ears perked up The headhunters go, behind them soulhunters Voices tremor, hearts throb in necks, The headhunters go behind them hunters of souls EQUESTRIENNE! (Krasojezdkyne!) I dropped in for a moment, just to greet my friends to talk big in the pubs The show is over, tomorowīs Sunday I am sailing in to safety Oneīs pain is anotherīs bliss What canīt be said smells of vice Equestrienne! Sister of acrobats Lotīs daughter dressed in scarlet Who may touch the hem of your robe? I am on my way and I long to return Time is a charlatan, hardly even changes things This was only a voluntary stop Our paths are unlikely to cross again I look for you in Babylon, and you are in Paris Equestrienne! Sister of acrobats Lotīs daughter dressed in scarlet Who is allowed to touch the hem of your robe? I am on my way, desiring to return
BARBIE DOLL & MARLBORO MAN (Panenka Barbi & Malborou Men) Man is desperately lonely Man is a boat tossed by the sea Doesn't know where or why He lacks a captain In a pub by the docks a man has shipwrecked Without a compass, without a map A girl at the next table says Hey, cuty, shall we give it a try? Man is desperately lonely Man is a boat tossed by the sea Doesn't know where or why He lacks a captain They weighed anchor out they went A Barbie Doll and the Marlboro Man The girl all the sailors had had She pulls him home His breath smells of rum Shouting in the dark of the night I'm dying for another drink, love! Man is desperately lonely As a boat tossed by the sea Doesn't know where or why He lacks a captain DEAR MS LANDLORD (Pani domaci!) Dear Ms Landlord So many years I have lived here I have a chair, a table, a mattress Dear Ms Landlord Dear Ms Landlord Why do you change the locks And throw my stuff onto the street? Dear Ms Landlord Dear Ms Landlord Why? I properly pay the rent Living modestly not throwing money away Dear Ms Landlord Dear Ms Landlord So easily one believes That trust pays off Dear Ms Landlord CASTAWAY (Trosecnik) There was a shipwrecked man on a deserted island Waiting for a ship to save him Waiting for a miracle Every morning he built a fire Fire is a flame and so is his hope Once an angel appeared to him in his sleep: Heaven has heard your prayers Tomorrow at dawn a ship will come Bringing an end to your suffering The hungry will be fed Your life on the deserted island has come to an end Robinson wakes up amazed by what he sees The sun has risen and a white sail is on the horizon Hurray! My suffering has come to an end! If the heavens spoke clearly So we would know what they want to say One thinks he understand every word But in fact he didn't understand anything And so as the Robinson shouts Hurray A ship slowly sails towards the island A ship full of hungry cannibals (translations Petr Vizina) |
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