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The mole

A mole was born inside the ground,
and there he sucked his milk,
some soil got into his mouth
and he coughed it out,
he wanted to have a look at it,
but it was too dark in there,
"You will never be able to see,"
his mum told him. 

I employ a gentleman
in a yellow jacket,
who brings me a pipe
and tobacco to work
That tobacco has a nice smell,
a smell I can not really define,
there is his jacket's shadow
flying in my soul

This gentlemen in a yellow jacket
lights up a match for me
and I light up my pipe,
leading a coherent conversation,
talking and smoking,
fables telling,
and suddenly, in that smoky fume,
I spot:

Ufo, siphon,
Milan, nylon,
what a nice coherence,
flower, shovel
The shovel enters the earth,
a little crack opens up,
we all see an ordinary sky,
we all do, apart from the mole

Krtek

V zemi se narodil krtek.
Tam svoje mleko sal,
do pusy vlezla mu hlina
a on ji vykuckal,
je, chtel se na ni podivat,
ale byla tam tma.
"Ty nikdy nebudes videt,"
rekla mu maminka.

Zamestnavam pana
se zlutym sakem,
do prace mi nosi
fajfku s tabakem.

S tabakem, co voni,
presne nevim cim.
V dusi se mi honi
jeho saka stin.

Pan se zlutym sakem
mi sirku rozhori,
zapalim si fajfku
a plynne hovorim.

Hovorim a kourim,
bajky vypravim.
A v tom koure dymu
nahle uvidim:

UFO, sifon,
Milan, silon.
To pekne zapada:
kytka, lopata.

Lopata do zeme jede,
otvira se skvirka,
vidime normalni nebe.
Vsichni, az na krtka.

FAJRONT.
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Radek Pastr?ák

Componist: Radek Pastr?ák

Publisher: BMG Czech Republic s.r.o.

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1997

Taal: Slowaaks

Vertalingen: Engels

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