Текст и перевод песни Wohnout - Pedro Se Vraci (Live Acoustic Version)

Pedro Se Vraci (Live Acoustic Version)

Hej, Pedro, vstávej!
...jó
Sombréro za kačku jde na dračku a slunce zapadá
Tě péro panáčku, si doma, svlíkneme tě do naha
Seňore si doma, aroma na zuby jahodový
Košile naruby a na noze galoše lidový
Estráda na udice naše ryby trochu vycuká
No to je paráda revoluce za okny vypuká
Seňore si doma aroma jahodama zavoní
Seňore, si doma, na ulici tě slzy dohoní

Sombréro za kačku jde na dračku a slunce zapadá
Pedro se vrátil domů a mě na ulici napadá
Kdo lidi jahodama do syta naplno nakrmí?
Lidi za vodama a za řekama tiše zakrní

Když se mě ptaj
Hovada blbý
Na to, co znaj
Tak blekotaj

Tak blekotaj
Hovada blbý
Proto se ptaj
Na jinotaj

Střádal střízlík doma
Kouzelný aroma
Střídal zámky ve dveřích
Spřádal plán na stole
čmáral tam, na sto let
S výhledem na pobřeží
říznul kůru stromu
Slíznul fůru, domů
Kaučuk v nůši odnosí
A dál schoval za ploty
Louky půl prahmoty
Bídu stírat nemusí

A to ho baví
A chtěl by vám říci
že znamínko velikosti
Mexickýho tolaru
Bude mý

Pedro Se Vraci (Live Acoustic Version)

Hey, Pedro, get up!
... darling
A sombréro for a dollar is a top seller and the sun is going down
You are home, stud, we will undress you naked
Señor, you're home, strawberry-flavored aroma on your teeth
Shirt inside out and rubber boots on your feet
The fishing rod stage will hook a few of our fish
Well that is great, a revolution is breaking out outside
Señor, you're home, the aroma of strawberries fills the air
Señor, you're home, tears will catch up with you in the street

A sombréro for a dollar is a top seller and the sun is going down
Pedro came back home and it occurred to me in the street
Who will feed the people ample strawberries
The people overseas and across the rivers are silently wasting away

When they ask me
Stupid fools
What they know
They bleat

They bleat
Stupid fools
That's why they ask
For allegory

The goldfinch hoarded at home
A magical aroma
Changed the locks on the doors
Spun a plan on the table
Scribbled there, for a hundred years
With a view of the coast
Cut the bark of the tree
Licked a load, home
Will carry the rubber in a bag
And hid it further behind the fences
Half the primeval meadows
Doesn't have to wipe away poverty

And that pleases him
And he would like to tell you
That a sign the size of
A Mexican dollar
Will be mine