Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Barová lavice , by - Hana Hegerova. Release date: 28.09.2006
Song language: Czech
Barová lavice(original) |
| Já bejvávala lavice |
| A co mám říkat — samej plyš |
| A neznala jsem štěnice |
| A neznala jsem, co je myš |
| Třpytila jsem se pozlátky |
| A věřila, že nevyblednou |
| A těšila se na zadky |
| Které si na mě jednou sednou |
| Čtyřicet let jsem sloužila |
| V šedivém baru, ve kterém |
| Se neustále snoubila |
| Absolutní tma se šerem |
| Ačkoli bylo docela maličko |
| Vidět v onom šeru |
| Já přece jenom viděla |
| A slyšela, no na mou věru |
| Já pamatuju básníka |
| Kterej si na mě denně sedal |
| A kterej místo u mlíka |
| U kontušovky štěstí hledal |
| Kdybych já, račte odpustit |
| Básníkem snad se mohla stát |
| Nedala bych si chvíli klid |
| A musela bych psát a psát |
| O hysterické blondýně |
| O muži s cizím dialektem |
| A o těch, kteří jedině |
| Si umí pestřit život sektem |
| Kdybych já byla básníkem |
| Sepsala bych svou minulost |
| A za posledním puntíkem |
| Bych jednou provždy řekla «dost» |
| A nikdy víc bych nesedala |
| V šedivém baru, ve kterém |
| Jak už jsem jednou předeslala |
| Se snoubila tma se šerem |
| Škoda, že jsem jen lavice |
| A nemám špetku nadání |
| Já kdybych měla ambice |
| Pustila bych se do psaní |
| Žila bych jako pták |
| Byla bych veselá |
| Teď jsem však, teď jsem však |
| Šedivá, omšelá |
| Teď jsem však, teď jsem však |
| Šedivá, omšelá |
| Nesmějte se mi prosím vás |
| To víte — moli, prach a čas |
| (translation) |
| I used to be a bench |
| And what should I say - plush yourself |
| And I didn't know bedbugs |
| And I didn't know what a mouse was |
| I glistened with tinsel |
| And she believed they wouldn't fade |
| And she was looking forward to her asses |
| Which will sit on me one day |
| I served for forty years |
| In the gray bar in which |
| She kept getting married |
| Absolute darkness with gloom |
| Although it was quite small |
| See in that gloom |
| I did see |
| And she heard, to my credit |
| I remember the poet |
| Who sat on me every day |
| And what a place for milk |
| He was looking for happiness with the contour |
| If I do, please forgive |
| Perhaps she could have become a poet |
| I wouldn't rest for a moment |
| And I would have to write and write |
| About a hysterical blonde |
| About a man with a foreign dialect |
| And about those who alone |
| He can cultivate life with sparkling wine |
| If I were a poet |
| I would write my past |
| And behind the last dot |
| I would say "enough" once and for all |
| And I would never sit again |
| In the gray bar in which |
| As I said before |
| Darkness and gloom were fading |
| Too bad I'm just a bench |
| And I don't have a hint of talent |
| If I had ambitions |
| I would start writing |
| I would live like a bird |
| I would be happy |
| I am now, I am now |
| Gray, shabby |
| I am now, I am now |
| Gray, shabby |
| Please don't laugh at me |
| You know - moths, dust and time |