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HYJE!

KATARINA!
(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


KOLOTOC


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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