Текст и перевод песни Karel Plíhal - V Bufetu - Live

V Bufetu - Live

Jen nechte trpaslíka Ondřeje
Jen ať si dá, co hrdlo ráčí
Ať se, chudák malej, taky jednou poměje
Všechno platím, a tak: o co vlastně kráčí
Jídlo je nejlepší lék na lásku
V tomhletom mám už trochu školu
Když jsem ho našel, jeho život visel na vlásku
Vrhnul se v zoufalosti ze psacího stolu
Srdce má rozervané na hadry
Pro jednu trpaslici ze sádry
Byla tak krásná, až se věřit nechtělo
Jako by ji uplácal sám Michelangelo
Nosil jí rybízové korálky
Koukala nepřítomně do dálky
Tak velkou láskou ji, chudák, zahrnul
Že by se i kámen nad ním ustrnul
Ale sádra ne
Tak, prosím, nechte toho Ondřeje
Jen ať si dá, co hrdlo ráčí
Když už mu osud v lásce zrovna dvakrát nepřeje
Všechno platím, a tak: o co vlastně kráčí
Ať jsme velký nebo maličký
Na jedný lodi všichni plujem
Koukejte, jak mu jedou laskonky a chlebíčky
Než končit s životem, je lepší dostat průjem
Srdce má rozervané na hadry
Pro jednu trpaslici ze sádry
Byla tak krásná, až se věřit nechtělo
Jako by ji uplácal sám Michelangelo
Nosil jí rybízové korálky
Koukala nepřítomně do dálky
Tak velkou láskou ji, chudák, zahrnul
Že by se i kámen nad ním ustrnul
Ale sádra ne

In the Bistro - Live

Darling, don't mind Ondřej, the dwarf
Let him eat, let him indulge his gastronomic cravings
Let him, poor little thing, enjoy his food after his heartbreak
I'm paying for everything, my dear, so what's the matter
Food is the best cure for love
In this, I have some experience, you see
When I found him, his life was hanging by a thread
He had jumped out of despair from his writing desk
His heart was torn into rags
Over a dwarf lady made of plaster
She was so beautiful, it was unbelievable
As if Michelangelo himself had sculpted her
He brought her redcurrant beads
She gazed absently into the distance
He poured out so much love on her, the poor thing
It would have made a stone weep
But not plaster
So, my love, please let Ondřej be
Let him eat, let him indulge his gastronomic cravings
Since fate hasn't been kind to him in matters of the heart
I'm paying for everything, my dear, so what's the matter
Whether we're big or small
We're all in the same boat
Look, how quickly his pastries and sandwiches are disappearing
Better to get diarrhea than to end your life
His heart was torn into rags
Over a dwarf lady made of plaster
She was so beautiful, it was unbelievable
As if Michelangelo himself had sculpted her
He brought her redcurrant beads
She gazed absently into the distance
He poured out so much love on her, the poor thing
It would have made a stone weep
But not plaster