Текст и перевод песни Lačni Franz - Veter iz Casablance

Veter iz Casablance

Ceste so spet polne cul
Zakladov ranjenih obrazov
Na hrbtih naloženih mul
Čez solze shojenih prelazov

Počasne kretnje iščejo tolažbe tam
Kjer se sočutje neha
Kjer nori kralj te nore dražbe
Žalost, že sočutno zeha

Veter propelerjev iz Casablance

Idila je za njih drugačna
Shranjena je za nazaj
Ker, ko je bolečina lačna
Vsak spomin postane zmaj

Ne vem, kje se končajo ceste
In kje počiva njihov zadnji prah?
Poznam pa sabljo njihove neveste
Ki jo vihti brezumni strah

Casablanca Wind

The roads are again filled with wailing
Treasures of wounded faces
On the backs of burdened mules
Across tears of traveled mountain passes

Slow movements seek solace there
Where compassion ends
Where the mad king of this mad spectacle
Sorrow already yawns sympathetically

Propeller wind from Casablanca

For them, idyll is different
Kept for later
Because when pain is hungry
Every memory becomes a dragon

I don't know where the roads end
Or where their dust rests?
But I know the saber of their bride
Brandished by mindless fear