Текст и перевод песни Peter Nagy - S Nohami Na Stole

S Nohami Na Stole

Zas vodovod slzí a žiarovka žmurká,
To zbožňované slnko múch,
Aj my sa popálime o všetky svoje slnká
A vydrží len dobrodruh.

Dám si nohy na stôl, a dolejem víno,
Nech dostanem to skôr do žíl,
že keby som tak zomrel,
Rýchlo by mi došlo,
Ako som si pekne žil.

Sám s nohami na stole,
Zrazu život ma prebolel,
Sám s nohami na stole,
Zrazu dobré je aj to zlé
A to mi robí celkom fajn
Znova na seba sa podobám.

Či peňaženku nosíš v saku pri srdci,
či v zadnom vrecku nohavíc,
Svet je pekný iba pokiaľ si na svete,
Zvyšok doplácaš a nemáš nič.

Sám s nohami na stole,
Zrazu život ma prebolel,
Sám s nohami na stole,
Zrazu dobré je aj to zlé
A to mi robí celkom fajn
Znova na seba sa podobám.

With My Feet on the Table

Once more the waterworks of tears and the bulb flickers,
That adored sun of flies,
We all get burned by our own suns,
And only the adventurer will endure.

I'll put my feet on the table, and pour myself some more wine,
To get it into my veins sooner,
If I were to die,
It would quickly dawn on me
How beautifully I have lived.

Alone with my feet on the table,
Suddenly life has stopped hurting me,
Alone with my feet on the table,
Suddenly even the bad is good
And that makes me feel quite good,
I resemble myself again.

Whether you carry your wallet in your suit jacket near your heart,
Or in the back pocket of your pants,
The world is beautiful only as long as you are in the world,
The rest you pay for, and you end up with nothing.

Alone with my feet on the table,
Suddenly life has stopped hurting me,
Alone with my feet on the table,
Suddenly even the bad is good
And that makes me feel quite good,
I resemble myself again.