Текст и перевод песни Richard Müller - Boh aj v pekle prsty ma

Boh aj v pekle prsty ma

Adolf Hitler so Stravinským
Umývajú mydlom haksne,
So zápalom takým istým,
Ide im to celkom krásne.
Mercury a tučný teploš,
V kaviarni na pešej zóne,
Vystreľujú svoje svetlo
Na čiesi oči nepozorné.

Kennedy a doktor Gustáv,
Ponorení do čiernej tmy,
Dokázali podľa gusta
Zásobiť sa citátmi.
Napoleon a major Nýmand,
Pri gulečníku, ospalo
Rozhodli sa ticho snívať,
čo z vojny im zostalo.

Desí vás to, že sú spolu?
Aj po smrti mať smolu!
Boh aj v pekle prsty má.
Boh aj v pekle prsty má.

Tam dole, pod čiernou hlinou,
Spojil veľkých padlých synov.
Boh aj v pekle prsty má.
Boh aj v pekle prsty má.

V bare, kde sa žije život,
Debatujú nie tak lživo,
Jak ti hore v siedmom nebi,
Síce čistí, avšak bledí,
Bez možnosti vidieť dole,
Na mastnom kaviarenskom stole,
Nahý život celkom hriešny.
Modílm sa, kým nepovieš mi:

Poď dole, chlapče, máš už dosť
A právo na túto spoločnosť.
Len bezfarební opilci
Uviaznú navždy v očistci.
Boh aj v pekle prsty má.
Boh aj v pekle prsty má.

Even in Hell, God Has His Fingers

Adolf Hitler with Stravinsky
Wash their shins with soap,
With such zeal,
They do it quite beautifully.
Mercury and a fat queer,
In a cafe on a pedestrian zone,
Shoot their light
At someone's inattentive eyes.

Kennedy and Dr. Gustav,
Immersed in the black dark,
Were able to gather
Quotes according to their tastes.
Napoleon and Major Nobody,
By the billiard table, sleepy
Decided to dream silently,
What was left of their war.

Does it scare you that they are together?
Even after death, they have bad luck!
Even in hell, God has his fingers.
Even in hell, God has his fingers.

Down there, beneath the black dirt,
He has united great fallen sons.
Even in hell, God has his fingers.
Even in hell, God has his fingers.

In a bar where life is lived,
They debate less falsely,
Than those above in the seventh heaven,
Though pure, yet pale,
Unable to see down
At the greasy cafe table,
Naked life, quite sinful.
I pray until you tell me:

Come down, boy, you have had enough
And the right to this company.
Only colorless drunkards
Remain forever in purgatory.
Even in hell, God has his fingers.
Even in hell, God has his fingers.