Текст и перевод песни Jan Spálený - Posedlej Alois

Posedlej Alois

Tak už nebreč, babo jedna,
Možná to byl vopravdickej princ,
Byl krásnej a tupej v otcově Fordu,
Měl spoustu času a znal svět,
Bylo mu padesát a nebo pět...

Tak už nebreč, babo jedna,
Vždyť je Ti včera osmnáct pryč,
Dávno máš občanku i byt,
Tvůj prázdnej fešák se teď baví jinde,
Trošku Tě okousal a dal Ti kvinde...

Jen si zabreč, babo jedna,
Pro kluka v děsnejch tesilkách,
Co Tě chtěl, i když uměl žít sám,
Byl strašně chytrej a trochu paťatej,
Má Tebou posedlý srdce a mozek zaťatej...

Tvůj posedlej Alois
Tvůj posedlej Alois,
Tvůj jedinej Alois,
Kterýho umíš potkat,
Jenomže je moc malej,
Menší než jeho fotka

Jen si zabreč, babo jedna,
Pro burana v červenejch trenýrkách,
Kterej Tě miloval jak řemeslo
A jenom nerad Ti plách,
Možná tě znudila jistota
Láskou posedlýho Quichota...

Tvůj posedlej Alois,
Tvůj posedlej Alois,
Tvůj jedinej Alois,
Kterýho umíš potkat,
Jenomže je moc malej,
Menší než jeho fotka

Obsessive Alois

So don't cry, my darling,
Perhaps he was a real prince,
He was handsome and stupid in his father's Ford,
He had plenty of time and knew the world,
He was fifty or perhaps five...

So don't cry, my darling,
You're eighteen yesterday,
You've had an ID card and an apartment for a long time,
Your empty heartthrob is now having fun elsewhere,
He nibbled on you a little and gave you the clap...

Just cry, my darling,
For the boy in awful sneakers,
Who wanted you, even though he knew how to live alone,
He was terribly smart and a bit clumsy,
He has your obsessed heart and clenched brain...

Your obsessive Alois
Your obsessive Alois,
Your only Alois,
Who you can meet,
But he's too small,
Smaller than his photo

Just cry, my darling,
For the boor in red underpants,
Who loved you like a craft
And reluctantly left you,
Perhaps you got bored with certainty
Of the love-obsessed Quichote...

Your obsessive Alois,
Your obsessive Alois,
Your only Alois,
Who you can meet,
But he's too small,
Smaller than his photo