Текст и перевод песни Pokáč feat. Petra Göbelová - Laska na vsi

Laska na vsi

Vzpomínáš, jak poznali jsme se
Na hasičským plese,
Já rámě nabídnul ti,
Když hráli Katapulti.

Já nebrala tě vážně
A myslela dál na žně,
Pak vypil jsi pár rumů
A já tě vlekla domů.

Byla to láska jako trám,
Jak ten trám, co tenkrát ve stodole spad na hlavu nám.

Když jsme se milovali celý den
Na seně, i za stromem,
V kostele, či na poli,
Když kolem řvaly traktory
A nevnímali běh času,
Ani hlášení rozhlasu
A pláli láskou navzdory,
Že vezou brambory.

Jen pro tvý horký dlaně,
Já dal jsem košem Máně,
Pak počali jsme dítě
A já si musel vzít tě.

A když nás farář zdárně
Oddal v hasičárně,
Plakali babičky,
I alkáči z lavičky.

Furt je to láska jako trám,
Jen tebe a tu naši malou vísku navždy v srdci mám.

Tam jsme se milovali celý den
Na seně, i za stromem,
V kostele, či na poli,
Když kolem řvaly traktory
A nevnímali běh času,
Ani hlášení rozhlasu
A pláli láskou navzdory,
Že vezou brambory.

Aspoň, že ta láska na vsi
Je zatím nezkažená městem plná přirozený krásy.

My se milovali celý den
Na seně, i za stromem,
V kostele, či na poli,
Když kolem řvaly traktory
A nevnímali běh času,
Ani hlášení rozhlasu
A pláli láskou navzdory,
Že vezou brambory.

My jsme se milovali celý den
Na seně, i za stromem,
V kostele, či na poli,
Když kolem řvaly traktory
A nevnímali běh času,
Ani hlášení rozhlasu
A pláli láskou navzdory,
Že vezou brambory.

Love in the Countryside

Do you remember how we met
At the firemen's ball,
I offered you my arm,
When Katapult were playing.

I didn't take you seriously
And thought only of the harvest,
Then you drank a few rums
And I dragged you home.

It was a love like a beam,
Like the beam that fell on our heads in the barn that time.

When we made love all day long
In the hay, and behind the tree,
In the church, or in the field,
While tractors roared around
And we didn't notice the passage of time,
Nor the announcements on the radio
And burned with love in spite of,
That they were hauling potatoes.

Just for your warm hands,
I gave Máňa the boot,
Then we conceived a child
And I had to marry you.

And when the priest duly
Married us in the fire station,
The grandmothers wept,
Even the drunks on the bench.

It's still a love like a beam,
Only you and our little village forever in my heart.

There we made love all day long
In the hay, and behind the tree,
In the church, or in the field,
While tractors roared around
And we didn't notice the passage of time,
Nor the announcements on the radio
And burned with love in spite of,
That they were hauling potatoes.

At least, that love in the countryside
Is still unspoiled by the city full of natural beauty.

We made love all day long
In the hay, and behind the tree,
In the church, or in the field,
While tractors roared around
And we didn't notice the passage of time,
Nor the announcements on the radio
And burned with love in spite of,
That they were hauling potatoes.

We made love all day long
In the hay, and behind the tree,
In the church, or in the field,
While tractors roared around
And we didn't notice the passage of time,
Nor the announcements on the radio
And burned with love in spite of,
That they were hauling potatoes.