Lyrics and translation Elan - Uchom ihly

Uchom ihly

Prešli sme vlastným uchom ihly
Džungľou čo vedie do púšte
Mnohí sa divia čo sme stihli
Tak nám ten život odpusťte

Prešli sme po žeravom uhlí
Peklom čo vedie do pekla
Tí čo sa obzreli tí stuhli
Horúca krv v nich dotiekla

Potkanom tým už tečú sliny
No život v nás ich otrávi
Iba tak bez pocitu viny
Náš smiech im vletí do kávy

Cesta má odbočky a jamy
A kvety ktoré pokryl prach
Na nocľah stačí trocha slamy
Na skutky iba misky váh

Džungľou pieskom rozbúrenou riekou
Očistení aj s batohom hriechov
Občas nie sme máme tajné miesta
Krajší než cieľ je pre nás tá cesta

Jeseň tá na nás niekde čaká
Vždy rýchlo býva po lete
Nad včerajškom už niekto plakal
A ako bude neviete

Potkanom tým už tečú sliny
No život v nás ich otrávi
Iba tak bez pocitu viny
Náš smiech im vletí do kávy

Džungľou pieskom rozbúrenou riekou
Očistení aj s batohom hriechov
Občas nie sme máme tajné miesta
Krajší než cieľ je pre nás tá cesta

Džungľou pieskom rozbúrenou riekou
Očistení aj s batohom hriechov
Občas nie sme máme tajné miesta
Krajší než cieľ je pre nás tá cesta

Needle's eye

We passed through the needle’s eye
Through the jungle leading to the desert
Many wonder what we managed to do
So forgive us for this life

We walked over burning coals
Through hell that leads to hell
Those who looked back froze
Hot blood flowed into them

Rats are already drooling
But life in us will poison them
Just like that, without guilt
Our laughter will fly into their coffee

The road has detours and pits
And flowers covered with dust
A little straw is enough for the night
Only bowls of scales for deeds

Through the jungle with a river rampaging with sand
Cleansed with a backpack of sins
Sometimes we are not, we have secret places
The journey is more beautiful than the destination

Autumn is waiting for us somewhere
It is always fast after summer
Someone cried over yesterday
And you do not know how it will be

Rats are already drooling
But life in us will poison them
Just like that, without guilt
Our laughter will fly into their coffee

Through the jungle with a river rampaging with sand
Cleansed with a backpack of sins
Sometimes we are not, we have secret places
The journey is more beautiful than the destination

Through the jungle with a river rampaging with sand
Cleansed with a backpack of sins
Sometimes we are not, we have secret places
The journey is more beautiful than the destination