Paroles et traduction Raduza - Zvony

Zvony

Smrtka hlavou pokyvuje, kupec chřestí měšcem.
Svatej Petr šel už domů, ale mně se nechce.

Dlouhý pejzy kočí má jak za rabiho Löwa.
Golem koulí vočima a mámí na mně šém, á, jo.

Zvony zněj a já vod Vltavy cejtim divnej čmuch. Cha, cha, cha

Smrtka hlavou pokyvuje, vyplašila vrány.
Svatej Petr klíče leští, jó, vod Prašný brány, hej.

A holky voči maj, jak Teta, Libuše a Kazi.
Zaplať rundu, nebuď sketa, rozváže ti jazyk.

To naučí tě nouze houst, jak odvěků se traduje.
Vyzve-li tě pro pár soust, jó, sestra bída na duel, hej.

Zvony zněj a já vod Vltavy cejtim divnej čmuch. Cha, cha, cha

Holky voči maj, jak Teta, Libuše a Kazi.
Po všem houby, po všem veta, kapr se furt hází
Sem a tam.

Smrtka hlavou pokyvuje, kupec chřestí měšcem.
Svatej Petr šel už domů, ale mně se nechce.

Dlouhý pejzy kočí má jak za rabiho Löwa.
Golem koulí vočima a mámí na mně šém, á, jo.

Zvony zněj a já vod Vltavy cejtim divnej čmuch. Cha, cha, cha

Smrtka hlavou pokyvuje, vyplašila vrány.
Svatej Petr klíče leští, vod nebeský brány, hej.

Bells

The Death nods his head, the merchant shakes his purse.
Saint Peter has already gone home, but I don't feel like it.

The coachman has long peyot, like behind Rabbi Loew.
Golem rolls his eyes and tricks me, oh, yeah.

Bells toll and I can smell something strange from the Vltava.

The Death nods his head, he scared the crows away.
Saint Peter polishes the keys, yes, from the Powder Gate, hey.

And the girls have eyes, like Teta, Libuše, and Kazi.
Pay for a round, don't be a drag, it will loosen your tongue.

That will teach you hunger is brutal, as has been passed down since the beginning of time.
If sister poverty challenges you to a duel for a few cents, yes, hey.

Bells toll and I can smell something strange from the Vltava.

The girls have eyes, like Teta, Libuše, and Kazi.
After everything is gone, after everything is over, the carp keeps tossing about
To and fro.

The Death nods his head, the merchant shakes his purse.
Saint Peter has already gone home, but I don't feel like it.

The coachman has long peyot, like behind Rabbi Loew.
Golem rolls his eyes and tricks me, oh, yeah.

Bells toll and I can smell something strange from the Vltava.

The Death nods his head, he scared the crows away.
Saint Peter polishes the keys, from the heavenly gate, hey.