Текст и перевод песни Daniel Landa - Jo, Ulice

Jo, Ulice

Jeho otec se sebou měl problémů dost.
A v bohatý rodině taky nevyrost.
Vlastní matka nevěděla, jestli ho má ráda,
Stalo se co muselo, když ukázal jim záda.

Problémovej parchant, furt by si jen hrál,
Učit se mu nechtělo, už ve školce se rval,
A když pořád slyšel: co tu chce ten šmejd;
Jediný ho napadlo, mezi svejma bejt.

Jó, ulice je jako sen
Duše v plamenech, děsně dlouhej den.
Jó, ulice teď patřej sem,
Noc je královna, no problem.

Tak poprvé v životě, našel kamaráda
S ním si nechal na rameno vytetovat hada.
Spolu to snad jednou někam dotáhnou,
Když na těžkejch křižovatkách blbě nezahnou.

Hodně lidí spojil, jak ocel tvrdej rock.
Jsou démoni ulic pro ostatní šok.
A chtěli by i milovat, o nic hůř než vy,
Na ulici léčej si sví duše bolavý.

Jó, ulice je jako sen
Duše v plamenech, děsně dlouhej den.
Jó, ulice teď patřej sem,
Noc je královna, no problem.

Někdy je i nejhůř, krev často všechno zkazí.
Vopruz je když jeden do druhýho nůž vrazí.
Jinde zase večer slzy provázej,
To mladý lidi z báglama z domu vodcházej.

Jó, ulice je jako sen
Duše v plamenech, děsně dlouhej den.
Jó, ulice teď patřej sem,
Noc je královna, no problem.

Oh Streets

His father had enough problems with himself.
And he didn't grow up in a rich family.
His own mother didn't know if she loved him,
It happened inevitably when he turned his back on them.

A problematic delinquent, always just wanted to play,
Didn't want to learn, already fought in kindergarten,
And when he kept hearing: what's that punk doing here;
The only thing he could think of was to be among his own kind.

Oh, the streets are like a dream,
Souls aflame, a terribly long day.
Oh, the streets belong to us now,
Night is the queen, no problem.

So for the first time in his life, he found a friend,
With whom he had a snake tattooed on his shoulder.
Together they might make it somewhere someday,
If they don't take a wrong turn at a difficult crossroads.

Hard rock has united many people, as hard as steel.
The street demons are a shock to others.
And they also want to love, no less than you,
On the streets they heal their aching souls.

Oh, the streets are like a dream,
Souls aflame, a terribly long day.
Oh, the streets belong to us now,
Night is the queen, no problem.

Sometimes it's the worst, blood often spoils everything.
It's a drag when one stabs the other with a knife.
Somewhere else, tears accompany the evening,
When young people leave home with their bags.

Oh, the streets are like a dream,
Souls aflame, a terribly long day.
Oh, the streets belong to us now,
Night is the queen, no problem.