Текст и перевод песни Daniel Landa - O Marnosti

O Marnosti

Noc byla krásná, chodník lesklý,
Ulice po dešti vydechla páru.
Myšlenka jasná. Dlaně si tleskly!
Kus plotu do kleští ku slávy zmaru.

Tři vrazi ve tmě šli dál v cestě jim kdosi stál.
Zachovali však klid, stačilo vystřelit.
Na noční košilce hned vykvetl rudý květ.
Ten pohled nesnesu. Padala bez hlesu.

Kousíček za plotem smrt rve se s životem,
Leží tam postava v trávě.
Kéž by se zázrak stal a bůh se smiloval
Nad kytkou uvadlou právě.

Tři vrazi ve tmě šli dál a život vyprchal.
Tak už to dneska je, na cit se nehraje!

Rána tě budí, kdo to tam střílí?
Kdepak máš dceru, snad nešla ven.
Podlaha studí, siréna kvílí,
Kéž teď by bylo včera! Kéž by to byl sen!

Tak teď už konečně víš, že za štěstí zaplatíš.
Neměls mít víc než ty tři chlapi prokletý,
Co ukuli v hospodě plán, jak máš být vychován.
Za to že líp ses měl a kdekdo ti záviděl.

Pistoli v šupleti máš, dlouho jí schováváš.
Pečlivě v hadříku – má to svou logiku!

Sám proti proudu, vrhneš se záhy,
Slzavou stezkou až na samý kraj.
Kráčíš k soudu, zatížit váhy,
Pro dcerku hezkou jdeš vystřílet ráj.

The Vanity of It All

The night was fair, and the sidewalk gleamed,
The streets gave off steam from rain
My thoughts were clear, my hands clapped!
Part of the fence in the tongs for the glory of ruin.

Three killers in the dark went further three in their way stood.
They stayed calm. It was enough to pull the trigger.
A red flower blossomed on the nightgown immediately.
I can't stand that sight. She fell without a sound.

A little further behind the fence, death wrestles with life,
There is a figure in the grass.
Oh, if only a miracle would happen and God would show mercy
Over the faded flower.

Three killers in the dark went on and life escaped.
That is how it is today, there is no room for emotion!

A shot wakes you up. Who's shooting out there?
Where is your daughter? She didn't go out, did she?
The floor is cold, the siren wails,
If only it were yesterday now! If only it were a dream!

So now you finally know that you pay for your happiness.
You shouldn't have had more than those three cursed men,
Who hatched a plan at the pub to teach you a lesson.
Because you were better off and everyone envied you.

You have a gun in your drawer and have been hiding it for a long time.
Carefully in a cloth - it has its logic!

Alone against the tide, you will soon throw yourself,
On a tearful path to the very edge.
You walk to court to tilt the scales,
For a beautiful daughter you go to shoot your way to paradise.