Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song V buši , by - Zuzana Navarova. Release date: 03.05.2004
Song language: Czech
V buši(original) |
| Mám v duši čisto |
| v srdci jisto |
| místo, kde slunce vstává |
| Tak na mý gusto |
| v hlavě pusto |
| jenom stromy a tráva |
| Zelená hvězda padla |
| do rybníka |
| to krásná Madla |
| ráda kominíka |
| jak tuší |
| je v buši husto |
| a Jacques Cousteau |
| na ni ploutvema |
| mává |
| Mám v duši čisto |
| v srdci jisto |
| v nohách měsíc mi spává |
| a tak, tak |
| tak na mý gusto |
| v hlavě pusto |
| jenom sloni a tráva |
| se šneky |
| Zelená hvězda padá |
| do rybníka |
| to Josef Lada |
| čeká na vodníka |
| netuší |
| že v buši husto je |
| a Jacques Cousteau |
| už přístroje skládá |
| do deky |
| Ta, ra, ra… |
| Sebe se zeptej |
| ta, ra, ra… |
| a šeptej |
| Zelená hvězda padla |
| na hladinu |
| to krásná Madla |
| myslí na Adinu |
| Mandlovou |
| Je v buši husto, je |
| a Jacques Cousteau |
| už přístroje skládá |
| A zase |
| mám v duši čisto |
| v srdci jisto |
| v botě lechtá mě sláma |
| na patě |
| Tak na mý gusto |
| v hlavě pusto |
| zkus to, říkej si s náma |
| zpaměti |
| Zelená hvězda padá |
| do rybníka |
| to Josef Lada |
| čeká na vodníka |
| jak tuší |
| je v buši husto |
| a Jacques Cousteau |
| zase ploutvema |
| mává |
| Jak je ti? |
| Ta, ra, ra… |
| Sebe se zeptej |
| ta, ra, ra… |
| a šeptej |
| Je v buši husto |
| a Jacques Cousteau |
| zase ploutvema |
| mává se šneky |
| Je v buši husto |
| a Jacques Cousteau |
| zase ploutvema |
| mává |
| na patě |
| Je v buši husto |
| a Jacques Cousteau |
| zase ploutvema |
| mává |
| Na věky |
| je v buši husto |
| a Jacques Cousteau |
| zase ploutvema mává |
| A šeptej |
| Je v buši husto |
| no, tak zkus to |
| Je v buši husto |
| no, tak |
| Jsme v buši… |
| (translation) |
| I have a pure soul |
| in the heart for sure |
| the place where the sun rises |
| So to my taste |
| in his head desolate |
| only trees and grass |
| The green star has fallen |
| to the pond |
| that beautiful handrails |
| she likes a chimney sweep |
| as he guesses |
| is thick in the bush |
| and Jacques Cousteau |
| on her fins |
| waving |
| I have a pure soul |
| in the heart for sure |
| the moon sleeps at my feet |
| and so, so |
| so to my taste |
| in his head desolate |
| only elephants and grass |
| with snails |
| The green star is falling |
| to the pond |
| to Josef Lada |
| waiting for a waterman |
| he has no idea |
| that it is dense in the bush |
| and Jacques Cousteau |
| already assembles the devices |
| to the blanket |
| Ta, ra, ra… |
| Ask yourself |
| ta, ra, ra… |
| and whisper |
| The green star has fallen |
| to the surface |
| that beautiful handrails |
| he thinks of Adina |
| Almond |
| It's dense in the bush, it is |
| and Jacques Cousteau |
| already assembles the devices |
| And again |
| I have a pure soul |
| in the heart for sure |
| in the shoe the straw tickles me |
| on the heel |
| So to my taste |
| in his head desolate |
| try it, say it to us |
| by heart |
| The green star is falling |
| to the pond |
| to Josef Lada |
| waiting for a waterman |
| as he guesses |
| is thick in the bush |
| and Jacques Cousteau |
| fins again |
| waving |
| How are you? |
| Ta, ra, ra… |
| Ask yourself |
| ta, ra, ra… |
| and whisper |
| It's dense in the bush |
| and Jacques Cousteau |
| fins again |
| waving snails |
| It's dense in the bush |
| and Jacques Cousteau |
| fins again |
| waving |
| on the heel |
| It's dense in the bush |
| and Jacques Cousteau |
| fins again |
| waving |
| Forever |
| is thick in the bush |
| and Jacques Cousteau |
| the flippers are waving again |
| And whisper |
| It's dense in the bush |
| Well, try it |
| It's dense in the bush |
| Well, yes |
| We are in the bush… |