Píseň strašlivá o Golemovi - Jan Werich traduction en anglais

Píseň strašlivá o Golemovi

Dovolte bych suše předpokládal
Golema, že všichni znáte tu
Rabi Löw, že z hlíny ho uplácal
Protože měl vzteka ma tetu

Ta teta mu někam založila
Jeho staronovou trumpetu
A tím pádem ho tak urazila
že si uhnět kata na tetu

Katem tím měl právě Golem býti
A dohlížet přísně na tetu
Eventuelně ji zahubiti
Kdyby nevydala trumpetu

Vona ale teta byla fešná
Pěkně rostlá, zcela vášnivá
Všechněm mužskejm byla nebezpečná
Na oficíři byla divá

Ze začátku Golema se bála
Hnusil se jí, že je hlíněný
Toho se však nikdy nenadála
že je do ní zamilovaný

Div divoucí je to totiž věru
Opravdu docela skutečně
Miloval tu svůdnou Évy dcéru
Velice a taky zbytečně

Jednou takhle zrána dopoledne
Zaskočil si Golem na pivo
Jen tam vejde hospodský se zvedne
Povidá mu: voni nádivo

Zrovna tady vo nich řeč se vede
Co to maj′ s rabínovou tetou
Golem zrudne a potom hned zbledne
Vece: do toho se nepletou

Vypil zaplatil a když byl venku
Zmocnil se ho spravedlivý hněv
Skrz to že mu pomlouvaj' milenku
Z prsou vydral se mu hrozný řev

A letí zpátky půllitr uchopí
Ze štamgastů dělá mrtvoly
Než se šenkýř ku obraně vzchopí
Mrtev leží hlavu vejpůli

Uřícený Golem k tetě letí
Zjeviti jí že ji miluje
Najde ji však ležíc ve objetí
S oficírem infantérie

Jeho oči plakat začnou pláčem
žárlivost mu vtiskne v ruku zbraň
Jme se párek mlátit pohrabáčem
Oficíra zabil i tu saň

Kdyžpak všechno zapálil a utek′
Hned z toho byl poplach veliký
Do samoty hnal Golema smutek
V patách vojsko měl a četníky

Až se dostal ke starému mlýnu
Mlynář ho oukropem častoval
Von ho zabil i jeho rodinu
V mlejně se zabarikádoval

Devět měsíců a devět neděl
Regiment vojska ho obléhal
Golem smutně na palandě seděl
Chvilku plakal chvilku dopis psal

Rabínovi co mu zabil tetu
Napsal že si svůj život veme
Na hrob ať mu pak daj tu trumpetu
Na památku lásky zhrzené

Když to napsal zvolal žít mi nelze
Skočil do vody řka: adie
O zániku jeho jsou dvě verze
Ze kterých uvádím jenom dvě

Podle jedné do té vody skočil é
Namočil sé pak se rozmočil
Podle druhé nejdřív se rozmočil
Namočil se a pak tam skočil

Nevím která z těhletěch dvou verzí
Bude verzí pravděpodobná
Nejpravděpodobnější je třetí
Která je těm dvěma podobná

Podle ní se golem nerozmočil
Jen se namočil a vyskočil
Jenže vono začlo náhle pršet
Takže se přece jen rozmočil

Je tu ovšem ještě verze další
Myslím že je e čtvrtá v pořadí
Je to sice verze trochu starší
Já však myslím že to nevadí (chechecheché)

Vona totiž tahle čtvrtá verze
Předešlé tři verze nahradí (chachachachá)
Proto právě když vám ji neřeknu
Tak to skoro vůbec nevadí

Je tu ovšem ještě verze pátá
Ale tá néní dolóžená
Podle ní ta teta byla táta
A Golem byla jeho žena

Podle této verze celý příběh
úplně by se nám otočil
Takže bude nejlíp míti za to
že se Golem přec jen rozmočil.

The Dreadful Song of the Golem

Allow me to simply assume, my dear,
That you all know the Golem well.
Rabbi Löw, from clay, did him compel,
Fueled by anger at his aunt, they tell.

That aunt of his, she'd misplaced,
His old, yet new, trumpet with haste.
And with this act, his anger embraced,
He'd mold a punisher, her life to waste.

The Golem was to be this punisher bold,
To watch his aunt with an iron hold.
And should the trumpet stay unsold,
He'd end her life, so I've been told.

But this aunt, she was quite the sight,
Well-built and passionate, shining bright.
To all men, a dangerous delight,
Especially for officers, day and night.

At first, the Golem filled her with dread,
His clay-made form, she couldn't stand, she said.
But little did she know, in his heart instead,
He held a love for her, deep and red.

It's strange but true, and quite absurd,
He loved this tempting Eve's daughter, word for word.
Deeply and truly, his feelings stirred,
A love in vain, forever unheard.

One morning, early in the day's first light,
The Golem stopped for a beer, feeling quite right.
But as he entered, the innkeeper took flight,
Saying, "They're gossiping, with all their might."

They're talking about them, it's the latest craze,
The Rabbi's aunt and her wicked ways.
The Golem blushed, then turned pale in a daze,
Saying, "Mind your own business, don't you dare to faze."

He drank, he paid, and stepped outside the door,
Righteous anger, he could take no more.
They dared to slander his love, that he swore,
A mighty roar from his chest did pour.

He grabbed a mug, in a furious hand,
Turning patrons into corpses on the land.
Before the innkeeper could make a stand,
He lay dead, his head split in two, unplanned.

The Golem rushed to his aunt with haste,
To reveal his love, a truth he'd embraced.
But found her lying, her body laced,
With an infantry officer, time and space erased.

Tears welled in his eyes, a sorrowful scene,
Jealousy placed a weapon, cold and keen.
He beat the couple, their fate unforeseen,
Killing the officer and the harlot queen.

He set it all ablaze, then fled the scene,
The alarm was raised, a chaotic routine.
Sadness drove the Golem, his heart turned green,
With soldiers and gendarmes, a chasing machine.

He reached an old mill, seeking refuge there,
The miller offered him food, a generous share.
But the Golem killed him, without a care,
And his family too, in their despair.

Nine months and nine weeks, a lengthy siege,
A regiment of soldiers, on the ridge.
The Golem sat on his bunk, with grief abridged,
Sometimes crying, sometimes writing, his feelings sieved.

To the Rabbi, whose aunt he'd slain,
He wrote he'd take his life, to end the pain.
On his grave, the trumpet should remain,
A memory of love, forever stained.

He wrote these words, "I cannot live," he cried,
And jumped into the water, "Farewell," he sighed.
Of his demise, two versions coincide,
From which I'll share but two, side by side.

According to one, he leaped into the tide,
Got soaked, then slowly, he dissolved inside.
The other claims, he first dissolved with pride,
Got soaked, then jumped, his fate to abide.

I cannot say which of these tales is true,
The most likely, or the one with the better view.
But a third version exists, something new,
Similar to the others, yet somewhat askew.

This version claims, he didn't fall apart,
He just got wet and then jumped, with a start.
But then it started to rain, a downpour from the heart,
So he dissolved after all, torn apart.

There's yet another version, I confess,
The fourth in line, I would assess.
Though it's a bit older, I must express,
It doesn't matter, I think, nonetheless. (hehehe)

This fourth version, you see, my dear,
Replaces the previous three, it's quite clear. (hahaha)
So if I don't tell it, have no fear,
It hardly matters, my dear, my dear.

But there's a fifth version, I must impart,
Though it lacks evidence, from the very start.
According to this, the aunt was the father's counterpart,
And the Golem was her wife, playing a different part.

This version twists the story, it's plain to see,
Turning everything upside down, you and me.
So it's best to assume, ultimately,
That the Golem did indeed dissolve, eternally.