Текст и перевод песни Martin Harich - Nech - Live At Retro Music Hall / 2014

Nech - Live At Retro Music Hall / 2014

Len tak ležím v perinách,
Myši a lienky v bublinách,
Naháňajú moje spomienky.

Sny sa plnia v perinách,
Píšu o nich v novinách,
Všetkým zainteresovaným,
Do zbierky.

Nech si píšu,
Nech sa vie,
Nech sa každý z Vás dozvie,
že to s nami stále nie je až tak zlé.
Sny sa plnia,
Sny sa žijú,
Tie tak ľahko nezabijú.
Ani slovám zbrane podobné!

Túžba pohnúť s vesmírom,
Často končí zločinom.
A kto je čomu na vine...

Jeden z nás to raz byť musí,
Kto jeho silu okúsi.
No dnes nik neplače,
Pri víne.

Aj tak dávno,
Každý vie to,
že každú pravdu sfúkne vietor.
Tak ju radšej nikto nepovie!

Možno sa nám to len sníva,
Tak jak to v tých filmoch býva,
Prebudíme sa až celkom nakoniec.

Možno sa stačí len pozrieť von,
Von rozbitým oblokom.

Ako spíme,
V odraze sa uvidíme,
A tak jak vždy si odpustíme.

Nech si píšu,
Nech sa vie,
Nech sa každý z Vás dozvie,
že to s nami stále nie je až tak zlé.
Sny sa plnia,
Sny sa žijú,
Tie tak ľahko nezabijú.
Ani slovám zbrane podobné!

Let Me Lay in Linen / 2014 Live At Retro Music Hall

I just lie in the sheets,
The mice and ladybugs in the bubbles,
Chasing my memories.

The dreams are fulfilled in sheets,
I'll write about them in the newspapers,
For all those interested,
For collection.

Let them write,
Let them know,
Let each one of you know,
That things aren't so bad with us.
The dreams become true,
The dreams are lived,
Nothing can kill them that easily.
That includes words as weapons!

The desire to move the world,
Often ends as a crime.
And who is to blame...

One of us will always be,
Who will savor the power.
But today nobody cries,
With the wine.

Anyway,
Everybody knows,
That every truth will be blown away.
So it's better nobody says it!

Perhaps we just dream,
As it happens in the movies,
We will wake up when it's the end.

Perhaps you just have to look outside,
Outside through the broken window.

How we sleep,
We will recognize ourselves in the reflex,
And just as always we'll forgive ourselves.

Let them write,
Let them know,
Let each one of you know,
That things aren't so bad with us.
The dreams become true,
The dreams are lived,
Nothing can kill them that easily.
That includes words as weapons!