Текст и перевод песни Dalibor Janda - Stoletý Stařec

Stoletý Stařec

Den co den na nákup jdou a ves je vesmír.
Dál těla nedonesou už nohy těch dvou.
Mlčky si povídají, řečí si krátí dech,
K obchodu dlouhá cesta, jak k slunci je po schodech.

Nákup je jak sólo výstup na Himaláj,
Z lavičky náhle si čtou jak zpravodaj.
Mlčky si povídají, řečí se krátí dech,
Na kosmodromu těhletěch dvou už vyhasnul spěch.

Stoletý stařec a hluchý pes,
Po ránu vždycky si pohledem řeknou ještě dnes.

Lidi si nevšímají těch ztroskotanců,
Pod čelem běží jim sloupce ze sčítanců.
Ti dva se jen dívají, řečí si krátí dech,
Na kosmodromu ze rzi a vrásek, vyhasnul spěch.

Stoletý stařec a hluchý pes,
Po ránu vždycky si pohledem řeknou ještě dnes.

Stoletý stařec a hluchý pes,
Po ránu vždycky si pohledem řeknou ještě dnes.

Den co den na nákup jdou a ves je vesmír.
Dál těla nedonesou už nohy těch dvou.
Mlčky si povídají, řečí si krátí dech,
K obchodu dlouhá cesta, jak k slunci je po schodech.

Tak dobrý den.

Centenarian

Day by day they go shopping and the village is the universe.
Their legs can no longer carry their bodies.
They talk in silence, their words making the time pass.
To the store a long path, as to the sun by stairs.

Shopping is a solo ascent of the Himalayas.
From the bench, they suddenly read like a newsletter.
They talk in silence, their words making the time pass.
On the cosmodrome of these two, the rush has died down.

Centenarian and a deaf dog,
In the morning, they always say to each other with a look, still today.

People don't notice those shipwrecked people.
Underneath their foreheads, columns of calculators run.
The two are just watching, their words making the time pass.
On the cosmodrome of rust and wrinkles, the rush has died down.

Centenarian and a deaf dog,
In the morning, they always say to each other with a look, still today.

Centenarian and a deaf dog,
In the morning, they always say to each other with a look, still today.

Day by day they go shopping and the village is the universe.
Their legs can no longer carry their bodies.
They talk in silence, their words making the time pass.
To the store a long path, as to the sun by stairs.

So good day.