Paroles et traduction Prāta Vētra - Ballad 1

Ballad 1

Pa zilo Donavu peld līķis
Kas zin vai turks vai serbs vai krievs
Viņš vairāk nerunās viņš klusēs
Viņš klusēs arī augšā Dievs
Un nepaskaidros kā labad
Šis gadsimts muļķīgs padevies
Bet upes malā daiļa meiča
Bez mitas nebeidz as′ras liet
Un pārdzīvo ka savam mīļam
Tā nevarēja līdzi iet
Un savas kvēlās asinis
Par godu ķeizarnamam liet
Bet klusēs Dievs
Un rūgti bārdā smaidīs
Jo nevarēs tam izskaidrot neviens
Kādēļ šo dzimumu
Viņš zemes virsū laidis
Arvienu skaļāk kanonādē
Kā dusmīgs vīru koris dun
Un veči šauj un veči lādē
Un tuvcīņās viens otram dur
Bet ka tiesas priekšā stājas
Tie nīkuļi kas neiztur
Cik skaisti izritinās zarnas
Cik skaisti pāršķīst galvaskauss
Kad visi veselie kļūs kropļi
Tad visiem kropļiem kauties ļaus
Un pašās beigās al-le-lu-ja
Ar kaulu zāģi spēlēs Štrauss
Bet klusēs Dievs
Un rūgti bārdā smaidīs
Jo nevarēs tam izskaidrot neviens
Kādēļ šo dzimumu
Viņš zemes virsū laidis
Bet klusēs Dievs
Un rūgti bārdā smaidīs
Jo nevarēs tam izskaidrot neviens
Kādēļ šo dzimumu
Viņš zemes virsū laidis

Ballad 1

A corpse floats down the blue Danube
Who knows if it's a Turk, a Serb, or a Russian
He will not speak anymore, he will be silent
He will be silent even before God above
And will not explain why
This century, so foolish, has surrendered
But on the riverbank, a beautiful girl
Never ceases to shed tears
And grieves that her beloved
Could not go with her
And shed his ardent blood
For the glory of the imperial house
But God will be silent
And will smile bitterly in his beard
For no one will be able to explain to him
Why this generation
He has brought upon the face of the earth
Ever louder the cannonade
Like a chorus of angry men
And old men shoot and old men curse
And in close combat they stab each other
But when they stand before the judgment seat
Those cowards who cannot endure
How beautifully the intestines unroll
How beautifully the skull splits
When all the healthy ones become cripples
Then all the cripples will be allowed to fight
And at the very end, alleluia
Strauss will play on a bone saw
But God will be silent
And will smile bitterly in his beard
For no one will be able to explain to him
Why this generation
He has brought upon the face of the earth
But God will be silent
And will smile bitterly in his beard
For no one will be able to explain to him
Why this generation
He has brought upon the face of the earth