Текст и перевод песни Jana Kratochvílová - V Stínu Kapradiny

V Stínu Kapradiny

V stínu kapradiny spal, svět pod hlavou měl.
V stínu kapradiny snil, vím, o mně né - žel!
V háji po zbojnících spal když lámal se den,
Kéž by do spánku mě vzal - jen pro jednou jen.

Víly možná v hlavě měl, snad umřít si přál.
Rej těch rukou, nohou, těl má na čele dál.
V stínu kapradiny zhas - měl na čele šrám,
Z touhy vílám napospas já znovu ho dám.

V stínu kapradiny spal, sám splácel si daň.
V stínu kapradiny dál bil stohlavou saň.
Já tam zrovna stála jen, tak náhodou jen,
Touha má sto nálad - sen je naštěstí sen.

No tak vstávej na pár chvil,
Zbývá touha jedné z víl,
že cinkot zní všech tamburin,
Tak se stává stříbrem cín.

Víly možná v hlavě měl, snad umřít si přál.
Rej těch rukou, nohou, těl měl na čele dál.
V stínu kapradiny zhas - měl na čele šrám,
Z úcty k vílám za ten čas já nový mu dám.

No tak vstávej na pár chvil,
Zbývá touha jedné z víl,
že cinkot zní všech tamburin,
Tak se stává stříbrem cín.

No tak vstávej... 4x

In the Shadow of the Fern

In the shadow of the fern, he slept, the world was beneath his head.
In the shadow of the fern, he dreamed, I know, not of me - alas!
In the grove after the robbers, he slept when the day broke,
Oh, if only he would take me to sleep - just for once.

Fairies were perhaps in his head, perhaps he wished to die.
The dance of those hands, feet, bodies, he still had on his forehead.
In the shadow of the fern, he died - he had a scar on his forehead,
For the sake of the fairies, I will give it to him again.

In the shadow of the fern, he slept, he paid his debt alone.
In the shadow of the fern, he continued to strike the hundred-headed serpent.
I was just standing there, so accidentally,
My desire is a hundred moods - a dream is fortunately a dream.

Well get up for a while,
This is the wish of one of the fairies,
That all tambourines will sound a jingle,
Thus tin becomes silver.

Fairies were perhaps in his head, perhaps he wished to die.
The dance of those hands, feet, bodies, he still had on his forehead.
In the shadow of the fern, he died - he had a scar on his forehead,
Out of respect for the fairies, I will give him a new one.

Well get up for a while,
This is the wish of one of the fairies,
That all tambourines will sound a jingle,
Thus tin becomes silver.

Well get up... 4x