Paroles et traduction Adam Ďurica - Tam Kde Slnko

Tam Kde Slnko

Do cieľa len kúsok,
Do dažďa len mrak,
Aj dym trochu zhustol,
Keď prehnal sa vlak.
Pod jabloňou hrušky,
Na poliach divý mak,
Ani sám veľký Puschkin,
By to nedokázal opísať.
Koľko zákrut majú cesty,
(Koľkokrát sa zvíri prach)
Koľko prázdnych ciest sme prešli,
(Nik ich nevie porátať)
Koľko zákrut majú cesty,
(Ktoré dovedú nás snáď)
Až tam, kde slnko chodí spať...
Do cieľa len kúsok,
Do dažďa len mrak,
A vôkol nás pusto,
Už stíchol aj vlak.
Keď krajina mizne,
Keď stráca sa už cieľ,
Vtedy hlavou mi blysne,
Len nech nestratím ten správny smer.
Koľko zákrut majú cesty,
(Koľkokrát sa zvíri prach)
Koľko prázdnych ciest sme prešli,
(Nik ich nevie porátať)
Koľko zákrut majú cesty,
(Ktoré dovedú nás snáď)
Až tam, kde slnko chodí spať...
Koľko zákrut majú cesty.
Koľko prázdnych ciest sme prešli...
Koľko zákrut majú cesty,
(Koľkokrát sa zvíri prach)
Koľko prázdnych ciest sme prešli,
(Nik ich nevie porátať)
Koľko zákrut majú cesty,
(Ktoré dovedú nás snáď)
Až tam, kde slnko chodí spať...

To Where the Sun Goes to Sleep

To our destination just a little bit,
To the rain just a cloud,
The smoke has thickened a bit,
As the train rushed by.
Under the apple tree pears,
Wild poppy in the fields,
Even great Pushkin,
Couldn't have described it.
How many bends do the roads have,
(How many times the dust whirls)
How many empty paths have we crossed,
(No one can count them)
How many bends do the roads have,
(Which will perhaps lead us)
To where the sun goes to sleep...
To our destination just a little bit,
To the rain just a cloud,
And all around us desolate,
The train has already fallen silent.
When the country disappears,
When the destination is already lost,
That's when it flashes through my mind,
Just don't let me lose the right direction.
How many bends do the roads have,
(How many times the dust whirls)
How many empty paths have we crossed,
(No one can count them)
How many bends do the roads have,
(Which will perhaps lead us)
To where the sun goes to sleep...
How many bends do the roads have.
How many empty paths have we crossed...
How many bends do the roads have,
(How many times the dust whirls)
How many empty paths have we crossed,
(No one can count them)
How many bends do the roads have,
(Which will perhaps lead us)
To where the sun goes to sleep...