Paroles et traduction Raduza - Král Vysílá Svoje Vojsko

Král Vysílá Svoje Vojsko

Král vysílá svoje vojsko
Do širýho pole
Ty kdo hlavu nahoře máš
A nohy zas dole
Vezmi flintu, vezmi bodák
Oblíkni si gatě
Bude z tebe pěknej voják
Král už čeká na tě

Král vysílá svoje vojsko
Král vysílá Francka
Potáhnou buď na Savojsko
Nebo do Brabantska
Naštymuj si čapku k uchu
Utáhni si kšandy
Jó, to budou historie
Večer do šalandy

Elce, pelce do pekelce
Ty jsi král, já voják
Ábr, fábr, kotrmelce
Kdo vypadne z kola

Král vysílá svoje vojsko
Do pole širýho
V jeho čele toho Francka
Kohopak jiýho
Kdo jinej by vojnu vyhrál
Nežli ten náš Francek
Kapsy plný kamení má
A za pasem klacek

Elce, pelce do pekelce...

The King Sends His Army

The King sends his army
To the broad field
You who have your head up
And your feet down
Take a rifle, take a bayonet
Put on your trousers
You will be a fine soldier
The King is waiting for you

The King sends his army
The King sends Franck
They will march to Savoy
Or to Brabant
Tilt your cap over your ear
Tighten your braces
Yes, that will be history
In the evening to the inn

Elce, pelce to hell
You are the king, I am the soldier
Ábr, fábr, somersault
Whoever falls out of the circle

The King sends his army
To the broad field
At its head that Franck
Who else
Who else would win the war
Than our Franck
His pockets full of stones
And a stick at his belt

Elce, pelce to hell...