Текст и перевод песни Kryštof - Mou Vinou

Mou Vinou

A prý jsou meziřádky
Ve kterých lidi čtou.
Chodníky a zkratky
Co vůbec nikam nevedou.
A prý na měsíci schovali družici
A prý nás někdo poslouchá
A že prý to nejde, že to nepřejde
A prý že za to můžu já.
Ref.:
Prý mou vinou
Se podzim svléká z listí
Prý mou vinou
Má únor 28 dní
Prý mou vinou
Vymírají optimisti
Prý mou vinou
Všechna slunce v noci spí.
óóóóóó...
A prý jsou i hádky
V nich pravda, lež i obojí
Provázky a drátky
Co všechno kolem propojí
Prý všechny dálnice
Vedou do kružnice
A prý z nich nikdo nespěchá
A když z nich pak sejde
Navždy odejde
A prý že za to můžu já.
Ref.:
Prý mou vinou
Se podzim svléká z listí
Prý mou vinou
Má únor 28 dní
Prý mou vinou
Vymírají optimisti
Prý mou vinou
Všechna slunce v noci spí.
Spí, spí, spí,
Spí, spí, spí, spí,
Spí, spí, spí, spí,
Spí, spí, spí, spí
Ref.:
Prý mou vinou
Se podzim svléká z listí
Prý mou vinou
Má únor 28 dní
Prý mou vinou
Vymírají optimisti
Prý mou vinou
Všechna slunce v noci spí.
Spí... (óóóóóó)
Spí... (óóóóóó)
Spí... (óóóóóó)
Spí... (óóóóóó)

My Fault

Supposedly there are these lines
In which people read.
Sidewalks and shortcuts
That don't lead to anything at all.
Supposedly they hid a satellite on the moon
Supposedly someone's listening
And supposedly it can't be done, it can't go away
And supposedly it's all my fault.
Chorus:
Supposedly it's my fault
That autumn is shedding its leaves
Supposedly it's my fault
That February has 28 days.
Supposedly it's my fault
That optimists are dying out
Supposedly it's my fault
That all the suns are sleeping in the night.
Oooooooooo
Supposedly there are even arguments,
With truth, lies, and both.
Strings and wires
That connect everything around.
Supposedly all the highways
Lead to a roundabout,
And supposedly no one's in a hurry to leave.
And once you get off
You're gone forever.
And supposedly it's all my fault.
Chorus:
Supposedly it's my fault
That autumn is shedding its leaves
Supposedly it's my fault
That February has 28 days
Supposedly it's my fault
That optimists are dying out
Supposedly it's my fault
That all the suns are sleeping in the night.
Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping,
Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping,
Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping,
Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping.
Chorus:
Supposedly it's my fault
That autumn is shedding its leaves
Supposedly it's my fault
That February has 28 days
Supposedly it's my fault
That optimists are dying out
Supposedly it's my fault
That all the suns are sleeping in the night.
Sleeping... (ooooooooo)
Sleeping... (ooooooooo)
Sleeping... (ooooooooo)
Sleeping... (ooooooooo)