Paroles et traduction Jana Kirschner & Jelen - Co Bylo Dál?

Co Bylo Dál?

Někdy si říkám, jestli ještě znáš mý jméno.
A jak často na mě myslíš, když jdeš spát.
Nazítřek v televizi hlásí zataženo
A v mý hlavě už tak bude napořád.

Život jde dál, lásko, musíme si zvykat.
A neni dobrý na tý cestě zůstat sám.
Pro jeden smutek nemá cenu stokrát vzlykat, když má svět otevřenou náruč dokořán.

A co bylo dál? Jenom vítr.
Po nebi se mraky honily.
A co bylo dál? Jenom vítr.
Stromy se až k zemi sklonily.

V uších mi pořád zněly tvoje něžný věty.
A do vlasů ti sedal bílej sníh.
Z oblohy černý, jak díra mezi světy, se na mě snášel a studil na dlaních.

A co bylo dál? Jenom vítr.
Po nebi se mraky honily.
A co bylo dál? Jenom vítr.
Stromy se až k zemi sklonily.

V tom baru nevěděli, že je venku krize.
Z rádia zpíval Kohen Lásko, jsem tvůj muž.
Tys vešla dovnitř, jak zhmotnění mý vize, jako když do srdce mi někdo vrazí nůž.

A co bylo dál? Jenom vítr.
Po nebi se mraky honily.
A co bylo dál? Jenom vítr.
Stromy se až k zemi sklonily.

A co bylo dál? Jenom vítr.
Po nebi se mraky honily.
A co bylo dál? Jenom vítr.
Stromy se až k zemi sklonily.

What Happened Next?

Sometimes I wonder if you still know my name.
And how often you think of me when you go to sleep.
Tomorrow on TV they announce overcast
And in my mind it will be that way forever.

Life goes on, darling, we have to get used to it.
And it's not good to stay alone on that road.
To cry a hundred times over one sadness is not worth it, when the world has its arms wide open.

And what happened next? Just the wind.
Clouds were chasing each other across the sky.
And what happened next? Just the wind.
The trees bent down to the ground.

Your tender words kept ringing in my ears.
And white snow was settling in your hair.
From the sky, black, like a hole between worlds, it fell on me and chilled my palms.

And what happened next? Just the wind.
Clouds were chasing each other across the sky.
And what happened next? Just the wind.
The trees bent down to the ground.

In that bar they didn't know there was a crisis outside.
Cohen was singing on the radio: Darling, I'm your man.
You walked in, like the materialization of my vision, like someone plunging a knife into my heart.

And what happened next? Just the wind.
Clouds were chasing each other across the sky.
And what happened next? Just the wind.
The trees bent down to the ground.

And what happened next? Just the wind.
Clouds were chasing each other across the sky.
And what happened next? Just the wind.
The trees bent down to the ground.