Текст и перевод песни Lucie Bílá - Modi

Modi

Měl rozkousaný rty
A voči jako blázen
Pak řval to slovo ty
A při tom padal na zem
Svý barvy rozmíchal
Jak kuchta nóblová
Sám skoro nedýchal
Když štětcem čaroval
Já viděla ho pít
Zlej absint nehorázně
Pak chtěl voči skrýt
Ty oči plný bázně
Měl šaty z manšestru
A při tom hodně praný
Von ptal se na sestru
Však sám měl voči panny
Byl krásnej jako bůh
A zlomenej svým steskem
Von žil svůj divnej kruh
Když dopil, sám byl bleskem
A šutr rozbíjel
Jak vlašský ořechy
Sám k ránu dopíjel
Svý láhve útěchy
A se mnou dítě měl
Však na to neměl prachy
A zimou když se chvěl
Tak ve vočích měl safír
Já věděla kdy skoná
že příde určitě
Ta jeho sláva o nás
Za všechno prožité
Ta jeho sláva o nás
Za všechno prožité
Von krutý roky žil
A dneska prej je slavnej
I mě čas poškodil
A jsem tak trochu na dně
Von po třiceti zchlad
A nedotknul se vody
Dost možná měl mě rád
A jmenoval se Modi
A jmenoval se Modi
A jmenoval se Modi

Modi

His lips were chapped
And his eyes blazed like a madman's
Then he roared that word, "You!"
And fell to the ground
He mixed his colors
Like a master chef
He barely breathed
As he worked his magic with his brush
I saw him drink
That evil absinthe, relentlessly
Then he tried to hide his eyes
Those eyes full of fear
He wore threadbare corduroy
But it was washed many times
He asked about his sister
But his own eyes were those of a virgin
He was beautiful as a god
And broken by his sorrow
He lived his strange cycle
When he finished drinking, he was a lightning bolt
And he shattered rocks
Like walnuts
By morning, he was finishing
His bottles of solace
And he had a child with me
But he didn't have any money for it
And when he shivered in the cold
His eyes held sapphires
I knew when he would die
That it would surely come
His fame would be a story of us
For all we had lived through
His fame would be a story of us
For all we had lived through
He lived cruel years
And today, they say he's famous
Time has taken its toll on me too
And I'm a little down on my luck
He cooled down after thirty
And never touched water again
Perhaps he loved me
And his name was Modi
And his name was Modi
And his name was Modi