Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bludný Holanďan, artist - Karel Kryl. Album song To nejlepší, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 12.03.2009
Record label: Supraphon
Song language: Czech
Bludný Holanďan(original) |
| Pod branou vitezu |
| co nikdy nevyhrali |
| bez zlatych retezu |
| a zvonu z katedraly |
| zeleny molodci |
| z romance ilusorni |
| po matce sirotci |
| po otci bezprizorni |
| hrajeme v karty |
| Ruzovy kavalir |
| uprostred povianu |
| zahodil bandalir |
| i savli z porcelanu |
| svet civi na zatku |
| zatim co setmelo se pasy jsou v poradku |
| a whisky na podnose |
| s tycinkou na rty |
| Hrajeme hbite |
| otrojite es — |
| tvar hadiho hrbetu |
| ci gotickych sosek |
| flinty jsou v zite |
| a na hlavnich res |
| a svoboda je tu kdyz bijem se o sek |
| — tot zvyk! |
| Dva centy zivotu |
| a slunce sbohem dava |
| hledame jistotu |
| ktere se nedostava |
| na hdle znameni |
| obojku otrokova |
| lezeme shrbeni |
| zaliti do olova |
| jakesi viry |
| Pamet je v bankrotu |
| a z domu nevychazi |
| cest stoji u plotu |
| a kamenim se hazi |
| cit s hlavou hovezi |
| vybira popelnice |
| a pravda? |
| Vitezi! |
| slepa jek reholnice |
| odena v diry |
| Rezave rano |
| a mlha jak med |
| tak podivne sladko |
| jek z chrleni krve |
| ctes co je psano |
| az k pismenu Zet |
| uz nekricis Matko |
| Je ticho jak prve |
| Jen vzlyk! |
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| (translation) |
| Under the gate of the knight |
| which they never won |
| without gold chains |
| and the bell of the cathedral |
| green wolves |
| z illusory romance |
| after the mother orphan |
| after father homeless |
| we play in cards |
| Pink cavalier |
| in the middle of the call |
| dropped the bandalir |
| and porcelain sauces |
| the world is alive |
| while the passports are dark, they are fine |
| and whiskey on a tray |
| with a lip stick |
| We play fast |
| otrojite es - |
| snake's back shape |
| or gothic sauces |
| flints are in zite |
| and on the main res |
| and freedom is here when I fight for a second |
| - This habit! |
| Two cents a life |
| and sun goodbye crowd |
| we are looking for security |
| which does not arrive |
| on hdle sign |
| slave collar |
| we are hunched over |
| pour into lead |
| some viruses |
| Memory is bankrupt |
| and does not leave the house |
| roads stand by the fence |
| and I stumble |
| feeling with a cow's head |
| selects trash cans |
| and true? |
| Vitezi! |
| blind is a nun |
| dressed in holes |
| Rusty morning |
| and fog like honey |
| so strangely sweet |
| screams of blood |
| honor what is written |
| to the letter Zet |
| uz nekricis Matko |
| It's quiet as before |
| Just sob! |
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