Paroles et traduction Daniel Hůlka - Dest, vuz a plac

Dest, vuz a plac

Mrak černých vran na město klade zvláštní stín.
A s ním i strach, ten kdo dřív jen klel, se modlí.
Kdosi se v přítmí skryl, měl nůž,
Jeden muž, jenž zákon ctil, tiše k zemi pad
A tu noc ho pryč vez vůz.
Vůz máčel déšť a zněl jen zvon a v dálce kříž.
Vůz táh jen kůň, vez náklad svůj ke kříži blíž.
Déšť, vůz a pláč, slévá se v tmách,
Slévá se dál, ve vzpomínkách.
Vůz blátem jel, když míjel strom, jen kluk tam stál,
Kůň táh ten vůz, déšť větve rval a kluk se bál.
Déšť, vůz a pláč, slévá se v tmách,
žal vítr svál, kluk stál tam dál.
Za tou zdí dám v kámen vepsat,
Hájil právo, zákon a čest,
Jistě bůh se zmýlil, proč mi tátu bral,
Jak mizel mrak u těch bran, mizel v dálce i ten vůz.
Vůz blátem jel, když míjel strom, jen kluk tam stál,
Kůň táh ten vůz, déšť větve rval a kluk se bál.
Déšť, vůz a pláč, slévá se v tmách,
žal vítr svál, kluk stál tam dál.

Cart, carriage and crying

Darkness of black crows puts a strange shadow on the city.
And with it fear, those who cursed now pray.
Someone hid in the twilight, had a knife,
A man who honored the law silently fell to the ground
And that night the carriage took him away.
The carriage was drenched in rain and there was only the sound of a bell and a cross in the distance.
The carriage was pulled by a single horse, carrying its load closer to the cross.
Rain, carriage and crying, merge in the darkness,
Merge on, in memories.
The cart was driving through the mud when it passed a tree, a boy was standing there,
The horse was pulling the carriage, the rain was tearing at the branches and the boy was afraid.
Rain, carriage and crying, merge in the darkness,
The wind was blowing sadness, the boy was still standing there.
Behind that wall I will have engraved in stone,
He defended the right, the law and the honor,
Surely God was wrong, why did he take my father,
As the cloud disappeared at those gates, the carriage disappeared into the distance.
The cart was driving through the mud when it passed a tree, a boy was standing there,
The horse was pulling the carriage, the rain was tearing at the branches and the boy was afraid.
Rain, carriage and crying, merge in the darkness,
The wind was blowing sadness, the boy was still standing there.