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Katapult - Live
Katapult - Live
Sedim
nevim
už
v
kolikate
šatne,
I
sit,
I
don't
know
in
which
dressing
room,
Na
židli
kostým
a
ladím
kytaru,
On
a
chair,
my
costume,
and
I'm
tuning
my
guitar,
Javište
tone
zatím
ješte
ve
tmie,
The
stage
is
still
drowning
in
darkness,
To
ktere
svíti
rudé
oči
maršálu.
Which
will
be
lit
by
the
marshal's
red
eyes.
Sedim
a
mam
ten
divny
pocit,
I
sit
and
I
have
this
strange
feeling,
Kdo
nehral
ten
ho
nikdy
nepoznal
Who
hasn't
played,
has
never
experienced
it
Mam
sucho
v
krku
ruce
se
začinaji
potit
My
throat
is
dry,
my
hands
are
starting
to
sweat
Pokažde
jak
bych
znovu
začínal
Every
time
as
if
I
was
starting
all
over
again
Vysvobodi
mne
snad
jen
zaře
reflektoru
Perhaps
only
the
glow
of
the
spotlight
will
set
me
free
Až
bude
salem
dunet
muzika
When
the
music
thunders
through
the
hall
Pri
starem
dobrem
rock
n
rollu
With
good
old
rock
and
roll
Se
ozve
aplaus
publika
The
applause
of
the
audience
will
be
heard
Vysvobodi
mne
snad
jen
zaře
reflektoru
Perhaps
only
the
glow
of
the
spotlight
will
set
me
free
Až
bude
salem
dunet
muzika
When
the
music
thunders
through
the
hall
Pri
starem
dobrem
rock
n
rollu
With
good
old
rock
and
roll
Se
ozve
aplaus
publika
The
applause
of
the
audience
will
be
heard
Tam
kde
je
Where
there
is
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Авторы: Ladislav Vostarek, Oldrich Riha
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