Lyrics of Putování noční - Heiden

Putování noční (original)

Let’má duše napříč zemí časy zjizvenou,
let’má duše ve spěchu, než oči ¨dole¨procitnou.
Stékej duše po kapkách do očí smutku plných,
stékej v proudech do keřů, kdetmavé rostou trny.
Marně oči vzhlíží k nebi blankytu,
marně slaná rosa zkrápí zem.
Srdce táhne k dolů, ničí touhu po citu,
černý povoz bloudí lidským snem.
Piš má duše emoce v symbolech oghamových.
Brouzdej duše v hodinách černých křídel vran.
Odnes duše tělo mé do jiných světů - snových.
Naskrz těly bez dechu, do všech světa stran.
(English)
Fly my soul through the time scarred land,
fly my soul in a hurry, before my eyes awake «underneath».
Pour my soul down drop by drop into eyes full of sorrow,
pour down into bushes in torrents, where dark thorns grow.
In vein eyes look up to the azure sky,
in vein the salty dew sprinkles the ground.
The heart draws to the underneath, it destroys a cravingg for feelings,
a black wagon rambles about in the human dream.
Write my soul emotions in ogham symbols.
Roam my soul in hour of black crow’s wings.
Soul, carry my body into another worlds — dreamlike ones.
Through bodies without breath, in all the cardinal points.

(translation)

My soul flies across the land scarred by time,
my soul flies in haste before the eyes ¨below¨ wake up.
Pour souls drop by drop into eyes full of sorrow,
flow in streams to the bushes where the thorns grow dark.
In vain the eyes look up to the azure sky,
in vain the salty dew sprinkles the earth.
The heart pulls down, destroys the desire for feeling,
a black carriage wanders through a human dream.
Drink my soul's emotions in ogham symbols.
Rove souls in the hours of black crows' wings.
Take my soul and body to other worlds - dream worlds.
Through bodies without breath, to all the world's sides.
(English)
Fly my soul through the time scarred land,
fly my soul in a hurry, before my eyes awake «underneath».
Pour my soul down drop by drop into eyes full of sorrow,
pour down into bushes in torrents, where dark thorns grow.
In vein eyes look up to the azure sky,
in vein the salty dew sprinkles the ground.
The heart draws to the underneath, it destroys a craving for feelings,
a black wagon rambles about in the human dream.
Write my soul emotions in Ogham symbols.
Roam my soul in the hour of black crow's wings.
Soul, carry my body into another worlds — dreamlike ones.
Through bodies without breath, in all the cardinal points.