Lyrics and translation Čechomor - Tady jsme doma

Tady jsme doma

Vstávej, synku, vstávej koníčky zapřahej,
Sluníčko vysoko do práce už se dej,
Na pole u řeky žitečko zasejem,
Tam žito půjde, tam je dobrá zem.
Včera jsi oral a dneska budeš sít,
Hned zítra po ránu na trh mě musíš vzít,
Nech ty mě matičko jen malou chvilku spát,
Nechám si já ještě ten svůj sen dozdát.
Stavení s lípou za plotem,
Tady jsme doma tady je má zem,
Louky, potok a políčka,
Z hospody hraje pěkná písnička,
Z hospody hraje pěkná...
Včera jsem já oral to pole za vodou,
Tak proč ty koníčky stáli za hospodou?
Já dával koním pít schoval je za vrata,
Schovals je za vrata, proháněl děvčata.
Tak už se nehněvej má drahá matičko,
že já si užívám života maličko,
Z vinohradů víno bílé, červené
A selátko z chlívka dobře pečené.
Stavení s lípou za plotem,
Tady jsme doma tady je má zem,
Louky, potok a políčka,
Z hospody hraje pěkná písnička,
Z hospody hraje pěkná...
I kdybys, synečku, odešel za hory,
Vrátíš se zpátky zas do naší hospody,
I kdybych, matičko, stýskal si za mořem,
Vrátím se zpátky jen tady doma jsem.
Stavení s lípou za plotem,
Tady jsme doma tady je má zem,
Louky, potok a políčka,
Z hospody hraje pěkná písnička.
Stavení s lípou za plotem,
Tady jsme doma tady je má zem,
Louky, potok a políčka,
Z hospody hraje pěkná písnička,
Z hospody hraje pěkná písnička.

We're Home Here

Get up, my son, get up and harness the horses,
The sun is high, it's time to go to work,
We'll sow rye in the field by the river,
There the rye will grow, for the soil is good.
Yesterday you plowed and today you will sow,
Tomorrow morning you must take me to the market,
Let me sleep for just a little while, mother,
Let me dream my dream until the end.
A house with a linden tree behind the fence,
We're home here, this is my land,
Meadows, a stream, and fields,
From the inn, a pretty song plays,
From the inn, a pretty song plays...
Yesterday I plowed the field beyond the water,
So why were the horses standing behind the inn?
I gave the horses to drink and hid them behind the gate,
Hid them behind the gate, and chased the girls.
So don't be angry, my dear mother,
That I enjoy life a little,
White wine and red wine from the vineyards,
And a well-roasted piglet from the sty.
A house with a linden tree behind the fence,
We're home here, this is my land,
Meadows, a stream, and fields,
From the inn, a pretty song plays,
From the inn, a pretty song plays...
Even if you were to go away beyond the mountains, my son,
You would return again to our inn,
Even if I longed for the sea, my mother,
I would return, for home is here.
A house with a linden tree behind the fence,
We're home here, this is my land,
Meadows, a stream, and fields,
From the inn, a pretty song plays.
A house with a linden tree behind the fence,
We're home here, this is my land,
Meadows, a stream, and fields,
From the inn, a pretty song plays,
From the inn, a pretty song plays.