Translation of the song lyrics Pieta - Karel Kryl

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 …

Pieta (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…