Buty
Buty - Krtek Engelse vertaling songtekst
Je score:
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.
Meer info:
- Land: Tsjechië
- buty.cz/
Deze songtekst wordt hier getoond met toestemming van de Federatie van Muziekauteurs en Uitgevers (Femu).