Текст и перевод песни Raduza - Cutora

Cutora

Podej mi čutoru,
Můj starej kámoši.
Vyplave nahoru,
Co není pro uši
Těch co nás neznají,
Jak my dva známe se.
Jó někdy potají
I mistr tesař utne se.

Podej mi čutoru,
Jestli zbyl tam ještě lok.
A nejen ze vzdoru
Na tee five o'clock?
Můj starej kámoši
Se necháme zvát.
Ten přijde vo duši,
Kdo v půli cesty zvad'.

Leckdo noc upíjí
Tam pod magnolií,
Jak tobě teskno, je-li jí,
Když ruce zazebou.
Skoč rychle na pelech.
Než spánek přijde, zadrž dech.
Jestli vzlyk prozradí tě, je to pech.
Nejhorší máme za sebou.

Podej mi čutoru,
Dneska přihnu si.
Ať půjdem nahoru,
To mít nemusim.
Co ve svym ruksaku,
Jó, nedokážu nýst.
Tak hochu nesakruj,
žes v parním stroji píst.

Leckdo noc upíjí
Tam pod magnolií,
Jak tobě teskno, je-li jí,
Když ruce zazebou.
Skoč rychle na pelech.
Než spánek přijde, zadrž dech.
Jestli vzlyk prozradí tě, je to pech.
Nejhorší máme za sebou.

Podej mi čutoru,
štěstí se jistí podkovou.
Když už tu letoru,
Holt kámo máme takovou.
Kdo kam se zakousne,
Máme na to čich.
A to jak žili sme,
Se pozná na očích.

Leckdo noc upíjí
Tam pod magnolií,
Jak tobě teskno, je-li jí,
Když ruce zazebou.
Skoč rychle na pelech.
Než spánek přijde, zadrž dech.
Jestli vzlyk prozradí tě, je to pech.
Nejhorší máme za sebou.

Cutora

Pass me the jug,
My old chum.
It'll bring to the surface,
Things not meant to be heard
By those who don't know us,
As we two have known each other.
Yeah, sometimes in secret,
Even a master craftsman makes a mistake.

Pass me the jug,
If there's still a drop left in it.
And not just out of defiance
At five o'clock tea?
My old chum,
We'll allow ourselves to be treated.
They'll come for your soul,
Whoever it is that fades halfway.

Many a soul drinks the night away
Under the magnolia.
How lonesome you are, if you are she,
When your hands get cold.
Jump quickly into bed.
Hold your breath until sleep overtakes you.
If a sob gives you away, it's bad luck.
The worst is behind us.

Pass me the jug,
Today I'll drink to it.
May we go to heaven,
I don't think we need to.
What's in my backpack,
Well, I can't carry it.
So boy, don't curse,
Because you're a piston in a steam engine.

Many a soul drinks the night away
Under the magnolia.
How lonesome you are, if you are she,
When your hands get cold.
Jump quickly into bed.
Hold your breath until sleep overtakes you.
If a sob gives you away, it's bad luck.
The worst is behind us.

Pass me the jug,
Good fortune is secured by a horseshoe.
If there's that much trouble,
Well, that's just how we are.
Whoever takes a bite out of us,
We've got a nose for it.
And how we have lived,
You can see it in our eyes.

Many a soul drinks the night away
Under the magnolia.
How lonesome you are, if you are she,
When your hands get cold.
Jump quickly into bed.
Hold your breath until sleep overtakes you.
If a sob gives you away, it's bad luck.
The worst is behind us.