Текст и перевод песни Marika Gombitova - Cukráreň na dlani námestia

Cukráreň na dlani námestia

Edával si so mnou v tajnom kúte
Patril nám stôl, sladké vežičky
Každý deň nám dáva ešte dačo bude
Padali nám z ruky vežičky

Boli to tie strašne krásne púte
Spájali nás iba maličkí
Každý deň sme boli o krok bližšie k nude
A prah začal padať na sníčky

V maličkej cukrárni
V najmenšej na svete
Boli dve stoličky
Lampa a stôl

Bolo tam pre lásku
Vždy čisto prestreté
Iná som bývala
Iný si bol

V maličkej cukrárni
Na dlani námestia
Rozkvitli kvety
A vonku bol máj

A vtáci na stenách
Ktorý preč neletia
Nemo nám spievali:
Toto je raj.

Sedával si so mnou v tajnom kúte
Patril nám stôl, sladké vežičky
Každý deň nám dáva ešte dačo bude
Padali nám z ruky vežičky

Boli to tie strašne krásne púte
Spájali nás iba maličkí
Každý deň sme boli o krok bližšie k nude
A prah začal padať na sníčky

V maličkej cukrárni
V najmenšej na svete
Boli dve stoličky
Lampa a stôl

Bolo tam pre lásku
Vždy čisto prestreté
Iná som bývala
Iný si bol

V maličkej cukrárni
Na dlani námestia
Rozkvitli kvety
A vonku bol máj

A vtáci na stenách
Ktorý preč neletia
Nemo nám spievali:
Toto je raj.

Pastry shop on the square's palm

You were eating with me in a secret corner
The table was ours, sweet towers
Every day gives us something more
The towers were falling from our hands

Those were terribly beautiful pilgrimages
Only the little ones connected us
Every day we were one step closer to boredom
And the threshold began to fall on dreams

In a small pastry shop
The smallest in the world
There were two chairs
A lamp and a table

It was there for love
Always neatly laid
I used to be different
You were different

In a small pastry shop
On the palm of the square
The flowers bloomed
And it was May outside

And the birds on the walls
That don't fly away
Were singing to us mutely:
This is paradise.

You were sitting with me in a secret corner
The table was ours, sweet towers
Every day gives us something more
The towers were falling from our hands

Those were terribly beautiful pilgrimages
Only the little ones connected us
Every day we were one step closer to boredom
And the threshold began to fall on dreams

In a small pastry shop
The smallest in the world
There were two chairs
A lamp and a table

It was there for love
Always neatly laid
I used to be different
You were different

In a small pastry shop
On the palm of the square
The flowers bloomed
And it was May outside

And the birds on the walls
That don't fly away
Were singing to us mutely:
This is paradise.