| Nandej mi do hlavy tvý brouky
| Put your beetles in my head
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| A bůh nám seber beznaděj
| And God take our hopelessness
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| V duši zbylo světlo z jedný holky
| There was light left from one girl in the soul
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| Tak mi teď za to vynadej
| So give it to me now
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| Zima a promarněný touhy
| Winter and wasted desires
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| Do vrásek stromů padá déšť
| Rain is falling into the wrinkles of the trees
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| Zbejvaj roky asi ne moc dlouhý
| Take years probably not too long
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| A do vlasů mi zabroukej
| And twist in my hair
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| Pá pa pá pá
| Fri pa Fri Fri
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| Pá pá pá pá
| Fri Fri Fri Fri
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| Pá pa pá pá (je jé)
| Fri pa Fri Fri (it's her)
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| Pá pa pá pá
| Fri pa Fri Fri
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| Pá pa pá pá
| Fri pa Fri Fri
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| Tvoje voči jedou žhavý tóny
| Your tones are hot
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| Dotek slunce zapadá
| The touch of the sun sets
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| Horkej vítr rozezní mý zvony
| The hot wind rings my bells
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| Do vlasů ti zabrouká
| He's snoring in your hair
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| Pá pa pá pá
| Fri pa Fri Fri
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| Pá pá pá pá
| Fri Fri Fri Fri
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| Pá pa pá pá
| Fri pa Fri Fri
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| Pá pá pá pá
| Fri Fri Fri Fri
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| Pá pa pá pá
| Fri pa Fri Fri
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| Pá pá pá pá
| Fri Fri Fri Fri
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| Pá pa pá pá
| Fri pa Fri Fri
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| Pá pá pá pá
| Fri Fri Fri Fri
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| Pá pa pá pá
| Fri pa Fri Fri
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| Na obloze křídla tažnejch ptáků
| The wings of migratory birds in the sky
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| Tak už na svý bráchy zavolej
| So call your brothers
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| Na tváře ti padaj slzy z mraků
| Tears fall from your clouds on your cheeks
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| A bůh nám sebral beznaděj
| And God took away our despair
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| A v duši zbylo světlo z jedný holky
| And in the soul there was light from one girl
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| Do vrásek stromů padá déšť
| Rain is falling into the wrinkles of the trees
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| Poslední dny, hodiny a roky
| Last days, hours and years
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| Do vlasů ti zabrouká
| He's snoring in your hair
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| Pá pa pá pá
| Fri pa Fri Fri
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| Pá pá pá pá
| Fri Fri Fri Fri
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| Pá pa pá pá (jé jé)
| Fri Pa Fri Fri (jé jé)
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| Pá pa pá pá
| Fri pa Fri Fri
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| Pá pa pá pá | Fri pa Fri Fri |