Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kázání v kapli Betlémské, artist - Hana Hegerova. Date of issue: 29.10.2011
Song language: Czech
Kázání v kapli Betlémské(original) |
| Ač dnešní doba nepřeje už kostelům a chrámům |
| Ač zájem lidí obrátil se ke kinům a krámům |
| Ač zanícená kázání už nehodí se jaksi |
| Do teorie životní a tím méně i v praxi |
| Přec jen byl dobou která ráda hovoří o člověku |
| Uprostřed Prahy zbudován památník Středověku |
| A ten, který v tom kostelíku oblíben býval u farníků |
| Pro plamenná svá kázání… |
| Ten, který neznal, co je strach |
| Ten, z nehož nezbyl ani prach |
| Unášen kazatelnou asi znova |
| Metat by musel krutá slova |
| Do strachem nalomených zad |
| Rozhoupat chtěl by stěny věží |
| Protože s bojácnými stěží |
| O pravdě hovořit by dokázal |
| A nenašel by mezi všemi |
| Toho kdo lidem v této zemi |
| O pravdě hovořit by zakázal |
| Poznatek do očí by štípal ho jak mýdlo |
| Že lidé bojí se jen o své dobré bydlo |
| Třesou se před záští maličkých kostelníků |
| Svých vlastních sousedů, svých vlastních důvěrníků… |
| Ten, který neznal, co je strach |
| Ten, z nehož nezbyl ani prach |
| Unášen kazatelnou asi znova |
| Metat by musel krutá slova |
| Do strachem nalomených zad |
| Do strachem nalomených zad! |
| (translation) |
| Although today's times do not favor churches and temples anymore |
| Although people's interest turned to cinemas and shops |
| Although impassioned sermons no longer fit somehow |
| Into the theory of life and even less in practice |
| After all, it was a time that likes to talk about a person |
| A monument to the Middle Ages built in the middle of Prague |
| And the one that used to be popular with the parishioners in that little church |
| For flaming his sermons… |
| The one who didn't know what fear was |
| The one with no dust left |
| Carried away from the pulpit again |
| He would have to hurl cruel words |
| To the back broken by fear |
| He would like to shake the walls of the towers |
| Because with the fearful hardly |
| He could speak the truth |
| And he would not find among all |
| The one who to the people in this country |
| He would forbid speaking the truth |
| The recognition in the eyes would sting him like soap |
| That people are only worried about their good housing |
| They tremble before the spite of the little churchmen |
| Your own neighbors, your own confidants… |
| The one who didn't know what fear was |
| The one with no dust left |
| Carried away from the pulpit again |
| He would have to hurl cruel words |
| To the back broken by fear |
| To the back broken by fear! |