Текст и перевод песни Richard Müller - Žena Z Fotky Helmuta Newtona

Žena Z Fotky Helmuta Newtona

Ten hotel si pamätal lepšie časy
Kedysi tu Baudelaire popíjal absinth
Zamat sa leskol na pohovkách
Dnes pred ním postáva záhadná dáma
Kto by ju nechcel mať... tak ten by klamal
Rozkročená ako Eiffelovka
A chladná ako mramor sochy Piety
Nijaké potom a nijaké predtým
Krása vždy býva trochu smutná
Čo asi skrýva jej norkový kožuch?
Vidieť to chcelo by odvahu božiu
Bohyňa z fotky pána Newtona
Škoda že ju asi nikdy neochutnám
Pretože je iba z fotky od Helmuta Newtona
Pretože je to žena
Z fotky Helmuta Newtona
A zrazu bola preč, stačila chvíľa
Ruleta náhod ju poslala inam
Do náruče zlodeja či kráľa
Recepčná z hotela odmietla peniaz
Keď som sa pýtal kto bola tá žena
To sa vám, pane, iba zdala...
A chladná ako mramor sochy Piety
Nijaké potom a nijaké predtým
Krása vždy býva trochu smutná
Čo asi skrýva jej norkový kožuch?
Vidieť to chcelo by odvahu božiu
Bohyňa z fotky pána Newtona
Škoda že ju asi nikdy neochutnám
Pretože je iba z fotky od Helmuta Newtona
Pretože je to žena
Z fotky Helmuta Newtona
Škoda že ju asi nikdy neochutnám
Pretože je iba z fotky od Helmuta Newtona
Pretože je to žena
Z fotky Helmuta Newtona
Žena z fotky Helmuta Newtona
Je to žena z fotky Helmuta Newtona

Woman from Helmut Newton's Photograph

This hotel has seen better days
Baudelaire used to drink absinthe here
Velvet shone on the sofas
Today a mysterious lady stands in front of it
Who wouldn't want her... he would be lying
Spread out like the Eiffel Tower
And cold as the marble of the Pietà statue
No after and no before
Beauty is always a little sad
What does her mink coat hide?
It would take divine courage to see it
Goddess from Mr. Newton's photograph
Too bad I'll probably never taste her
Because she's just from a photograph by Helmut Newton
Because she's a woman
From Helmut Newton's photograph
And suddenly she was gone, it only took a moment
The roulette of chance sent her elsewhere
Into the arms of a thief or a king
The receptionist at the hotel refused money
When I asked who the woman was
That was just your imagination, sir...
And cold as the marble of the Pietà statue
No after and no before
Beauty is always a little sad
What does her mink coat hide?
It would take divine courage to see it
Goddess from Mr. Newton's photograph
Too bad I'll probably never taste her
Because she's just from a photograph by Helmut Newton
Because she's a woman
From Helmut Newton's photograph
Too bad I'll probably never taste her
Because she's just from a photograph by Helmut Newton
Because she's a woman
From Helmut Newton's photograph
Woman from Helmut Newton's photograph
She's a woman from Helmut Newton's photograph