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Not all days are a Sunday

Not all days are a Sunday
Not all days there is wine
But you shall all days
Be fairly kind to me
And once I'm dead
You shall think about me
At evening as well, as you fall asleep
But you may not cry
 
Let it blossom, let it flourish
Let the corn mature
Sigh, the leaves wither
From the branch and from the tree
Snow-covered is our garden
We're waiting, us two
For we wish at all days
The may night to us
(For we wish at all days
The may night to us)
 
And when it get's gray
Gray hair and gray sense
Let light, let light
How happy I'd be
And once I'm dead
You shall think about me
At evening as well, as you fall asleep
But you may not cry
(At evening as well, as you fall asleep
But you may not cry)
 

Once

Once the laughter of my songs
subsides in the distance,
what would change?
Once other names are written
on the poster,
what would change?
 
The eternal motion of the constellations,
as I know them
Let only my voice be heard over the city
tone with a rustle
of vibration
 
Once I find an empty hall
without people,
what would anyone say?
Only then will any of you
see my sorrow,
what would you tell me?
 
Then perhaps only one thing is left
- to exhale and go
And how many friends I will have, hard to say
less or more,
who knows ...
 
Once the laughter of my songs
subsides in the distance,
what would change?
When my acquaintances stop
knowing me,
what would change?
 
Perhaps only the edged record
will testify, who knows
that a foolish singer used to dominate here,
he was famous, he was,
he is not ...
 
... that a foolish singer used to dominate here,
he was famous, he was,
he is not ...
 

The bells of happiness

I like to sing and I hope everyone can see it on me
I like to sing that I would like to give away a bit of my joy
Many times, when the whole country fell asleep in songs
The bells of happiness, I hear their ringing and playing in the distance
 
Singing is my most favorite thing
When singing I've my most beautiful moments
Singing - I'm like in a fairy tale dream
The bell of happiness sounds beautifully in the distance for me too
 
Confession-confession
Sounds beautifully-sounds beautifully
This melody is truly miraculous
I'm listening and my voice trembles with stage fright
The bells of happiness I hear them singing in each of us
 
Singing is the thing we have in common
I like to sing and that's just wonderful
Many times, when the whole country fell asleep in songs
The bells of happiness, I hear their ringing and playing in the distance
 
Confession-confession
Sounds beautifully-sounds beautifully
This melody is truly miraculous
I listen and my voice trembles with fright
The bells of happiness I hear them singing in each of us
I listen and my voice trembles with fright
The bells of happiness I hear them singing in each of us
 

Red and Black

The red door -
I paint it black today
Because everything that used to be red
Is black now.
Oh, tell me
What happened to us?
Why must everything now
Look only black to me?
 
As red as fire,
The love was glowing once
It has faded for us
As fast as a red poppy.
Oh, and everything around me
Is so black and empty now.
Oh, tell me,
Is there no way out?
 
Oh, the night is black
And everything around us looks dead
Yet somewhere there
The down is already shimmering.
And soon the sun will be there
High up in the sky
And our love,
It will grow up again.
 
Oh, as red as fire,
It will bloom again for us
And a hundred thousand red flowers
Will bloom.
 
And look at the red door to happiness,
It opens up
It opens up to the new happiness
For you and me.
Oh, tell me, tell me,
What happened to us?
Why, why, why must everything
Look only black to me?
 

Lady Carneval

Great as Lolo, posh as little Jane
beautiful as Aphrodite once in Athens
All of them together, that's what I call perfect
like this and nothing else is Lady Carneval
 
One in a hundred - only one can it be
99 times it is not what it seems
There are Ladies everywhere, but Lady Carneval
exists only one time, only one time
 
When we find each other, that's clear as a crystal
the people say, we are the most beautiful couple
and the one that I mean, knows it for a long time
Today is the day of the most beautiful time that will come
 
Your eyes are promising so much
although I know that everything is just a game
Red roses, red wine, beeing happy - just for a few days
only with you
 

Beauty

I am still hurting from beauty
The boundless beauty
Eternal as god himself
 
Beauty remains in fantasies
I smell sweet rain and air within it
 
That beauty has more forms
Than it seems
 
There are miracles hidden in her1
She kisses, kisses me while I sleep and while I am awake
That beauty has the power of great ancient romances
Incorruptible by riches
She kisses, only kisses the shadows of my dreams
 
The beauty of brightly-colored scarves
Takes my breath away from them
 
I become one with her
Losing my direction and goal
For eternity, I can partake of the most beautiful of beauties
That beauty has more forms
Than it seems
There are miracles hidden in her
She kisses, kisses me while I sleep and while I am awake
That beauty has the power of great ancient romances
Incorruptible by riches
She kisses, only kisses the shadows of my dreams
 
When beauty takes over
 
Even authority is curled up
Beauty is the harmony of all otherworldly planes
She kisses, kisses me while I sleep and while I am awake
That beauty has the power of great ancient romances
Incorruptible by riches
She kisses, only kisses the shadows of my dreams
 

• 1. Beauty is a feminine noun in Czech

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Where Is Your Nest Little Bird

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Where is your nest little bird
Your hideaway and hinterland
After all you know little of any snares
It seems to me just a bit
 
Hey, white birch tree, lean down,
Give this bird your boughs and blinds
Then I can come and soothe my soul
For after that I will have it
 
Where is your nest, little bird,
Where will you go to sleep today?
When snow and frost cloak the meadow
Then I will begin to worry so.
 
Hey, white birch tree, lean down,
Give this bird your boughs and blinds
Then I can come and soothe my soul
For after that I will have it
 

Soul

She used to say that I'm not able just to dream with her
She used to lower her eyes when I wanted to hold her hand
She used to say that I should love her by my soul
And me - though it's not fit - I have to laugh at her
 
As far as I know, soul is said to be less than a shade
It's been written that soul is more bitter than nightshade
In soul there is a grief - waiting for what it doesn't know
A heart is adjoined with soul - and it can hear her cry
 
Just a cry - just a cry - just a cry - just a cry
Just a cry - just a cry - just a cry - just a cry
 

To travel all around the world

To travel all around the world with my pockets full of money
So I won't miss out on any love und happiness
To see many foreign countries, to walk on the moon
That's what I've been dreaming about ever since I was a little boy
 
If only you knew as a child
What to do and what not to
Life would be easy
(If you only knew) whether you'd reach any faraway goal
And experience the most beautiful of all feelings
Eventually
 
Of all the many illusions
That are living in our hearts
Only a few will remain
And miraculously
They may come true eventually
 
To travel all around the world with my pockets full of money
So I won't miss out on any love und happiness
To see many foreign countries, to walk on the moon
That's what I've been dreaming about ever since I was a little boy
 
To travel all around the world with my pockets full of money
So I won't miss out on any love und happiness
To see many foreign countries, to walk on the moon
That's what I've been dreaming about ever since I was a little boy
 
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A Thousand Windows

The town is already dressed for the night
It's a sea of light in the darkness
A great loneliness invades every house around that time of the day
It feels like we're living on small islands
 
You don't even know who's living next to you
All of you don't know each other
In that very world of noise and light
 
Thousands of windows in this town are brightly lit
And you keep asking yourself: 'Who's behind them?'
Thousands of windows tell you quietly: 'Someone's still living here'
'Someone just like you, just as lonely and alone'
 
Couldn't that person over there be the one
You've been dreaming of for years?
The one who might be your home?
But there's a sea of houses between you and him
 
Tomorrow, your heart will still be just as empty
You'll still be eagerly hoping
Not to be so alone
In this grey world made of steel and stones
 
Thousands of windows in this town are brightly lit
And you keep asking yourself: 'Who's behind them?'
Thousands of windows tell you quietly: 'Someone's still living here'
'Someone just like you, just as lonely and alone'