Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pieta , by - Karel Kryl. Song from the album Bratříčku, zavírej vrátka, in the genre ПопRelease date: 23.04.2015
Record label: Supraphon
Song language: Czech
Pieta(original) |
| V rohu náměstí, kousek od nádraží |
| Pod černým baldachýnem komínem vytvořeným |
| Němá bolestí stála nad drenáží |
| Madona s mrtvým synem umučeným |
| Stála zmatená nenadálým hlukem |
| Na ruce déšť jí padal jak slzy velekněze |
| Trochu zděšená podnapilým plukem |
| Co vůbec nevypadal na vítěze |
| R: Stojíce u Piety kouřili cigarety |
| A šnapsem žízeň hnali kilometr klusem |
| Kuplety z kabaretu zpívali pro Pietu |
| A když je dozpívali, otřásli se hnusem |
| Měli monstrance cestou nakradené |
| A snímky pro rodiny, jež léta neviděli |
| Místní sebrance, válkou nakažené |
| Tu trochu zeleniny záviděli |
| . |
| Holky z ulice trochu pomuchlali |
| A pak jim zaplatili držadlem bajonetu |
| Sklady munice pečlivě zavírali |
| A pak se posadili pod Pietu |
| R: Sedíce pod Pietou cpali se omeletou |
| Hlasitě nadávali na pitomou nudu |
| Čmárali po Pietě pozdravy Mariettě |
| Kterou si půjčovali, neznajíce studu |
| Jednu neděli polní zabalili |
| Poslední pohlednici příbuzným odeslali |
| Potom odjeli, aniž zaplatili |
| Na cestě železnicí usínali |
| Nikdo neplakal, nikdo nelitoval |
| Nikoho nebolelo, že jeli bez loučení |
| Někdo přitakal, jiný poděkoval |
| Nikomu nescházelo poroučení |
| R: A jenom pod Pietou holčičku pětiletou |
| Písmena zaujala načmáraná křídou |
| Číst se však neučila, tak nápis pohladila |
| Písmena rozmazala, zbytek umyl déšť |
| Zbytek umyl déšť, zbytek umyl déšť … |
| (translation) |
| In the corner of the square, a short walk from the station |
| Under a black canopy a chimney created |
| Dumb in pain, she stood over the drain |
| Madonna with her dead son tortured |
| She stood confused by the sudden noise |
| The rain fell on her hands like the high priest's tears |
| A little horrified by the drunken regiment |
| What he didn't look like a winner at all |
| R: Standing at Pieta, they smoked cigarettes |
| And the schnapps thirsted for a mile |
| The cabaret couplets sang for Piet |
| And when they had finished singing, they were displeased |
| They had monsters stolen along the way |
| And pictures for families who haven't seen in years |
| Local sebrance, war-torn |
| They envied some vegetables |
| . |
| The girls on the street squirmed a little |
| And then they paid them with a bayonet handle |
| They closed the ammunition depots carefully |
| And then they sat down under Pieta |
| R: Sitting under Pieta, they stuffed themselves with omelette |
| They swore loudly at stupid boredom |
| Greetings Marietta scribbled after Piet |
| Which they borrowed, unaware of the shame |
| One Sunday the field was packed |
| They sent the last postcard to their relatives |
| Then they left without paying |
| They fell asleep on the way by rail |
| No one cried, no one regretted it |
| It didn't hurt anyone to go without saying goodbye |
| Some nodded, others thanked |
| No one missed orders |
| R: And only under Pieta, a five-year-old girl |
| The letters were drawn in chalk |
| However, she did not learn to read, so she stroked the inscription |
| The letters blurred, the rest washed by rain |
| The rest was washed by rain, the rest was washed by rain… |