Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Valkýra, artist - Kabát. Date of issue: 21.05.2015
Song language: Czech
Valkýra(original) |
| To není krev má milá |
| to kvete vlčí mák |
| ta rudá barva zbyla |
| na polích po bitvách |
| tančilo se pilo |
| když voják sundal zbroj |
| malou cenu měl život |
| to není krev má milá |
| to jen rozkvetly ty stráně |
| silou černý hlíny |
| je lepší složit zbraně |
| než-li matkám sebrat syny |
| to nehoří má milá |
| to Slunce zapadá |
| řeka ho proudem svírá |
| ke spánku ukládá |
| kolem plavou víly |
| tou barvou zmatený |
| jsou poslední co zbyly |
| to nehoří má milá |
| to jen vítr v poli kvílý |
| a vánky se mu klaní |
| poznáš tuhle chvíli |
| když ti kape ze tvých dlaní |
| valkýry táhnou k horám |
| už krouží krajinou |
| ve studních dojde voda |
| a slabí zahynou |
| tajemná zazní loutna |
| čáry spojí v kruh |
| ještě nehoří už doutná |
| a pročistí se vzduch |
| máků okvětí padá |
| když vítr začne vát |
| a ovcí mokrý stáda |
| se v dešti budou bát |
| pojď půjdem radši domů |
| a počkej příští rok |
| vyrostou tu znovu |
| a kolem nová tráva která nakrmý to stádo |
| čáry spojí v kruh |
| co má být to je dáno |
| a pročistí se vzduch |
| valkýry táhnou k horám |
| už krouží krajinou |
| ve studních dojde voda |
| a slabí zahynou |
| tajemná zazní loutna |
| čáry spojí v kruh |
| ještě nehoří už doutná |
| a pročistí se vzduch |
| valkýry táhnou k horám |
| už krouží krajinou |
| ve studních dojde voda |
| a slabí zahynou |
| tajemná zazní loutna |
| čáry spojí v kruh |
| ještě nehoří už doutná |
| a pročistí se… |
| valkýry táhnou k horám |
| už krouží krajinou |
| ve studních dojde voda |
| a slabí zahynou |
| tajemná zazní loutna |
| čáry spojí v kruh |
| ještě nehoří už doutná |
| a pročistí se vzduch. |
| (translation) |
| That's not my sweetheart |
| it blooms poppies |
| the red color remained |
| in the fields after battles |
| danced |
| when the soldier took off his armor |
| life was of little value |
| That's not my sweetheart |
| it just blossomed those sides |
| by the force of black clay |
| it is better to lay down your weapons |
| than to take sons from their mothers |
| it does not burn my dear |
| the sun is setting |
| the river grips him |
| to sleep |
| fairies are swimming around |
| confused by that color |
| they are the last ones left |
| it does not burn my dear |
| it's just the wind in the field howling |
| and the breeze bows to him |
| you know this moment |
| when it drips from your palms |
| Valkyries move to the mountains |
| already circling the landscape |
| there will be water in the wells |
| and the weak shall perish |
| a mysterious lute sounds |
| lines join in a circle |
| it's not burning anymore |
| and the air is purified |
| poppy inflorescences falling |
| when the wind starts to blow |
| and sheep wet herd |
| they will be afraid in the rain |
| come, I'd better go home |
| and wait next year |
| they will grow up here again |
| and around the new grass that feeds it the herd |
| lines join in a circle |
| what is to be given is |
| and the air is purified |
| Valkyries move to the mountains |
| already circling the landscape |
| there will be water in the wells |
| and the weak shall perish |
| a mysterious lute sounds |
| lines join in a circle |
| it's not burning anymore |
| and the air is purified |
| Valkyries move to the mountains |
| already circling the landscape |
| there will be water in the wells |
| and the weak shall perish |
| a mysterious lute sounds |
| lines join in a circle |
| it's not burning anymore |
| and cleanse… |
| Valkyries move to the mountains |
| already circling the landscape |
| there will be water in the wells |
| and the weak shall perish |
| a mysterious lute sounds |
| lines join in a circle |
| it's not burning anymore |
| and the air is purified. |