Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Milord, artist - Hana Hegerova. Date of issue: 06.10.2016
Song language: Czech
Milord(original) |
| Jen pojďte sem, pane |
| Sem ke mně ke stolu |
| Když pršet nepřestane |
| Budem tu spolu |
| Dejte si říct, pane |
| Já nechci tulit se |
| Nic se vám nestane |
| I když jsem z ulice |
| Na srdci svém, pane |
| Váš pyšný žal chci skrýt |
| Vždyť srdce mé je plané |
| Slyšíte je bít? |
| Když potkala jsem vás |
| Byl večer mlhavý |
| Já slyšela váš hlas |
| Byl pyšný jako vy |
| Ne, já se nedivím |
| Vždyť byl jste jako král |
| V raglánu šedivým |
| Ten, pane, asi stál! |
| A pod raglánem frak |
| A slečnu pod paží |
| Můj bože, krásnou tak |
| ŽE to až uráží |
| Jen pojďte sem, pane |
| Sem ke mně ke stolu |
| Když pršet nepřestane |
| Budem tu spolu |
| Dejte si říct, pane |
| Já nechci tulit se |
| Nic se vám nestane |
| I když jsem z ulice |
| Na srdci svém, pane |
| Váš pyšný žal chci skrýt |
| Vždyť srdce mé je plané |
| Slyšíte je bít? |
| Když odjel noční vlak |
| Ta slečna jela s ním |
| A to, co bylo pak |
| I to já dobře vím |
| Ta slečna vzala vám |
| Vše, co vám mohla vzít |
| To všechno dobře znám |
| Ten prázdný pustý byt |
| A co život? |
| Ten je váš, je plný nadějí |
| Tak pijte na kuráž |
| A žijte raději |
| Jen pojďte sem, pane |
| Ach, jak jste nesmělý |
| Pojďte k mé bílé oprýskané posteli |
| Nikdo vám nezpíval |
| O jednom pánovi |
| Jenž srdce slečně dal a neměl na nový |
| Takovou, můj pane |
| Držte si od těla |
| …Vy pláčete, pane? |
| To ne, to já nechtěla, to ne |
| …Já vím, já vím, já vím, bože, jak já vím |
| Tak jo. |
| Tak pojďte sem a sedněte si ke mně |
| Napijte se, pak vám bude líp |
| Fakt, líp, líp, líp… |
| Teď si se mnou zpívejte… |
| (translation) |
| Just come here, sir |
| Come to my table |
| When it doesn't stop raining |
| I will be here with you |
| Let me tell you, sir |
| I don't want to cuddle |
| Nothing will happen to you |
| Even though I'm from the street |
| On your heart, sir |
| I want to hide your proud grief |
| For my heart is empty |
| Can you hear them hitting? |
| When I met you |
| It was a foggy evening |
| I heard your voice |
| He was proud like you |
| No, I'm not surprised |
| You were like a king |
| In gray raglan |
| He, sir, must have stood! |
| And a tailcoat under the raglan |
| And a lady under my arm |
| Oh my god, so beautiful |
| THAT is insulting |
| Just come here, sir |
| Come to my table |
| When it doesn't stop raining |
| I will be here with you |
| Let me tell you, sir |
| I don't want to cuddle |
| Nothing will happen to you |
| Even though I'm from the street |
| On your heart, sir |
| I want to hide your proud grief |
| For my heart is empty |
| Can you hear them hitting? |
| When the night train left |
| The lady went with him |
| And what happened next |
| I know that well too |
| The lady took it from you |
| Everything she could take from you |
| I know all that well |
| That empty, desolate apartment |
| What about life? |
| This one is yours, full of hope |
| So drink to your heart's content |
| And live better |
| Just come here, sir |
| Oh, how timid you are |
| Come to my white chipped bed |
| No one sang to you |
| About a gentleman |
| He gave his heart to a young lady and didn't have a new one |
| Such, my lord |
| Keep away from your body |
| …Are you crying sir? |
| No, I didn't want that, no |
| …I know, I know, I know, God, how I know |
| So yeah. |
| So come here and sit with me |
| Drink up and you'll feel better |
| Really, better, better, better... |
| Now sing along with me… |