Lyrics and translation Jarda Traband Svoboda - Parnik se potapi, kapela hraje

Parnik se potapi, kapela hraje

Už jsem to pochopil, loď klesá ke dnu.
Vzduch venku znachověl, já uvnitř blednu.
K tomu zní písnička, neodbytná je.
Parník se potápí, kapela hraje.

Obzor se naklonil v paprscích luny.
Vidím, že ukradli záchranné čluny.
Přesto se flirtuje, začíná z kraje.
Parník se potápí, kapela hraje.

Kapela vyhrává, kdo pláče - prohraje.
Prý jen těm veselým, platí pas do ráje.
Výskni si, když ti strach srdce vzal do tlapy.
Kapelník děkuje, parník se potápí.

Pohnuté vzpomínky, štípou jak raci.
Vycpaný buditel, zvolna se kácí.
Vzpíná se lipizzán z vídeňské stáje.
Parník se potápí, kapela hraje.

Lichvář je kavalír, běhna je paní.
Učitel národů propadá z psaní.
Ještě se splétají fakta a báje.
Parník se potápí, kapela hraje.

Kapela vyhrává, kdo pláče - prohraje.
Prý jen těm veselým platí pas do ráje.
Výskni si, když ti strach srdce vzal do tlapy.
Kapelník děkuje, parník se potápí.

My, co jsme vypluli, nemůžem zpátky.
Tak jako do láhví šampusu zátky.
Kdo by šel po stopách, nerozezná je.
Parník se potápí, kapela hraje.

Kéž by mě přitiskla na bujná prsa.
Ta, která s hlavou vzad tu nejlíp trsá.
Snad mi pak odhalí i hlubší taje.
Když se loď potápí, tak ať to hraje!

Jen ať se vyhrává, jinak se prohraje.
Někam to dotáhnem. Do pekla? Do ráje?
Výskni si, když ti strach srdce vzal do tlapy.
Parník je v pohodě, teprv se potápí.

The Steamboat is Sinking, the Band Plays On

I've got it now, babe, the ship's going down.
The air outside is blue, I'm fading inside.
And there's this music, it just won't quit.
The steamboat is sinking, the band plays on, it.

The horizon tilts in the moonlight's gleam.
I see they've stolen the lifeboats, it seems.
But still they're flirting, starting at the edge.
The steamboat is sinking, the band plays on, my pledge.

The band is playing, whoever cries, loses, you see.
They say only the joyful ones, get a passport to heaven, honey.
Shout out, darling, if fear has your heart in its grip.
The bandleader gives thanks, as the steamboat takes a dip.

Troubled memories, pinching like crabs they do.
Exhausted awakener, slowly collapses, it's true.
A Lipizzaner rears from the Viennese stable, see?
The steamboat is sinking, the band plays on for me.

The usurer's a gentleman, the race is a lady.
The Teacher of Nations is failing in writing, sadly.
Facts and fables are still intertwining, it's a mystery.
The steamboat is sinking, the band plays on, in history.

The band is playing, whoever cries, loses, it's a fact.
They say only the joyful ones get a passport to heaven, that's that.
Shout out, darling, if fear has your heart in its grip.
The bandleader gives thanks, as the steamboat takes a dip.

We who have escaped, can't go back, you know.
Just like the corks from champagne bottles, they go.
Whoever follows the trail won't recognize it, my dear.
The steamboat is sinking, the band plays on, I fear.

If only she would press me against her ample breast.
The one who dances best with her head thrown back, the rest.
Perhaps then she'd reveal even deeper secrets to me.
When the ship is sinking, let the music play, you see!

Let the music play on, otherwise, we lose, that's clear.
We'll get somewhere. To hell? To heaven? Have no fear.
Shout out, darling, if fear has your heart in its grip.
The steamboat is fine, it's just sinking at first, take a sip.