Paroles et traduction Miroslav Žbirka - Stary Muz Z Osameleho Domu

Stary Muz Z Osameleho Domu

Ďaleko za chrbtom sveta žije už
Nenáhli sa namá ani kam
Dávno pochopil všetko bielovlasý muž
Jarnou záhradou kráča k večnej rieke sám

Vo vlasoch mu sedí motýľ smrtihlav
Do očú mu padá stále viacej hviezd
Zdá sa, rozumie už slovám na jazyku tráv
Už len kúsok cesty zostáva mu prejsť

Všetko spálil, už ohňu majetok svoj dal
Veľkým plameňom to oheň pohltal.
Staré úspory, mokrý nábytok smetie slov.
Posledný bol čísi pozdrav z kúpeľov

Býva tu len on a pavúk za skriňou
V starých pondusovkách dávno stojí čas
Koniec žitia je len prázdnou jaskyňou
Čoraz kratší spánok, stále dlhší mráz

Ďaleko od sveta ulíc žije už
Poznal márnosť krídiel, videl toľko miest
Dávno pochopil všetko bielovlasý muž
Vie, kam zajtra pôjde po najstaršej z ciest

The Old Musician in the Lonely House

Far beyond the world's back, he now lives
Hurrying nowhere
Long ago, the white-haired man understood everything
In the spring garden, he walks alone towards the eternal river

A death's-head hawkmoth sits in his hair
More and more stars fall into his eyes
It seems he understands the words in the language of grass
Only a short stretch of the journey remains for him to walk

He burned everything and gave his fortune to the fire
The fire swallowed it all in a great blaze.
Old savings, damp furniture, a jumble of words.
A farewell from the spa from someone unknown

Only he remains, and a spider behind the cupboard
Time has long since stood still in the old pocket watch
The end of life is just an empty cave
Sleep is ever shorter, the cold ever longer

Far from the world of streets, he now lives
He has known the vanity of wings, has seen so many places
Long ago, the white-haired man understood everything
He knows where he will go tomorrow, along the oldest of paths