Lyrics and translation Robo Grigorov - Tajomstvo Starej Izby

Tajomstvo Starej Izby

Tajomstvá izby pod strechou,
Zakrytej starým orechom,
Studeným tichom rozpráva
časť príbehov je o pravdách.

Pavúci v almare, v piáne myš,
Fotel sa rozpadol, drsný je plyš.
Rozbité zrkadlo, špinavý popolník,
Portréty na ktorých akoby nebol nik.

Operný spevák tu stratil vraj raz,
Milenku, peniaze, úctu aj hlas.
Dlho sa hádali, potom ju prebodol,
Noviny písali, že vraj len náhodou.

Slúžka a kapitán žili tu tiež,
Zúrila svetová museli preč.
On si tu zabudol dva kufre na skrini,
A ona medajlón a kúsok neviny

Dlhý film historiek, kto kedy s kým,
Baletka ktorá si pustila plyn.
Novinár, huslista, právnici, medici,
Všetci tu bývali dávno a kedysi

Diskrétne postele, pec z južných Čiech,
Hodiny, čo stoja pol storočie.
Dobrácka doga, čo pri krbe zašteká.
V tom prázdnom dome, dome bez človeka

Dlhý film historiek, kto kedy s kým,
Baletka ktorá si pustila plyn.
Novinár, huslista, právnici, medici,
Všetci tu bývali dávno a kedysi

Diskrétne postele, pec z južných Čiech,
Hodiny, čo stoja pol storočie.
Dobrácka doga, čo pri krbe zašteká.
V tom prázdnom dome, dome bez človeka

The Secret of the Attic Room

Secrets of the attic room,
Hidden by an old walnut tree,
In cold silence they tell
Some of the stories of truth.

Spiders in the cupboard, a mouse in the piano,
The armchair has fallen apart, the plush is rough.
A broken mirror, a dirty ashtray,
Portraits with nobody in them.

They say an opera singer lost
His lover, his money, his respect and his voice.
They argued for a long time, then he stabbed her,
The newspapers called it an accident.

A maid and a captain lived here too,
The world was in turmoil, they had to leave.
He left two suitcases on the wardrobe,
And she left a locket and a piece of her innocence.

A long film of stories, who was with who,
The ballerina who turned on the gas.
A journalist, a violinist, lawyers, doctors,
They all lived here a long time ago.

Discreet beds, a stove from Southern Bohemia,
A clock that has stopped for half a century.
A friendly bulldog barks by the fireplace.
In this empty house, a house without a soul.

A long film of stories, who was with who,
The ballerina who turned on the gas.
A journalist, a violinist, lawyers, doctors,
They all lived here a long time ago.

Discreet beds, a stove from Southern Bohemia,
A clock that has stopped for half a century.
A friendly bulldog barks by the fireplace.
In this empty house, a house without a soul.