Paroles et traduction Janek Ledecky - Vánoce v knajpě U zaťatý pěsti

Vánoce v knajpě U zaťatý pěsti

V knajpě U zaťatý pěsti
Za fabrikou na předměstí
Na konečný tramvaje
Posílaj' se do háje
A všechny je minulo štěstí

Ten v rohu má ňák dlouhý vlasy
A vzpomíná na starý časy
Jak hráli s klukama beat
Jak si ho nedali vzít
A s nikým nesouhlasí

Dneska je ubrus na umakartu
Vánoce hrajou citlivou kartu
A salát s řízkem v týhle hodině
Možná ve zvláštní ale v rodině
Možná ve zvláštní ale ve svý rodině

To Lojza už moc vlasů nemá
život mezi kolejema
Míval největší svaly
Ale k letadlům ho nevzali
A pitím teď vyhání revma

Ta vedle si do rytmu tleská
Ani za mlada nebyla hezká
Lojza jí mlátí kudy chodí
Rána vedle že prej škodí
Ach jak je láska nebeská

Dneska je ubrus na umakartu...

Na Frantu všichni to vědí
Franta má odkrytý hledí
Nehrne se do práce
Ale jinak je s ním legrace
Buď tu pije nebo sedí

Mařka to bejvala dáma
Zdobená briliantama
Rok za rokem den za dnem
No my taky nemládnem
Teď je ráda že je s náma

Dnes je ubrus na umakartu.

Christmas in the Inn At the Clenched Fist

In the Inn At the Clenched Fist
Near the factory in the suburbs
At the end of the tram line
They send each other to hell
And all happiness has passed them by

The one in the corner has hair a bit too long
And reminisces about the old times
How they played beat music with the boys
How they didn't let anyone take it from them
And how he disagrees with everyone

Today there is a tablecloth on the oilcloth
Christmas plays a sensitive card
And a salad with cutlets at this hour
Perhaps in an unusual family, but still in a family
Perhaps in an unusual family, but still in his own family

That Lojza doesn't have much hair anymore
Life between the rails
He used to have the biggest muscles
But they didn't let him fly planes
And now he drinks to get rid of his rheumatism

The one next to him claps her hands to the rhythm
She wasn't pretty even when she was young
Lojza beats her wherever she goes
Says that a blow to the side is harmful
Oh, how love is heavenly

Today there is a tablecloth on the oilcloth...

Everyone knows about Franta
Franta has an open visor
He doesn't rush to work
But otherwise he's fun to be around
He either drinks here or sits here

Mařka used to be a lady
Adorned with brilliants
Year after year, day after day
We're not getting any younger either
Now she's glad to be with us

Today there is a tablecloth on the oilcloth.