Král a klaun
Karel Kryl| Original | English version by Roman Kostovski |
| KRÁL A KLAUN Král do boje táh do veliké dálky a s ním do té války jel na mezku klaun Ne hledí si stáh tak z výrazu tváře bys nepoznal lháře co zakrývá strach Tie eptal při té hrůze Inter arma silent Musae Místo zvonku cinkal brněním Král do boje táh do veliké dálky a s ním do té války jel na mezku klaun Král do boje táh a sotva se vzdálil tak vesnice pálil a dobýval měst Klaun v očích měl hněv kdy sledoval háře jak smývali v páře prach z rukou a krev Tie eptal při té hrůze Inter arma silent Musae Místo loutny drel v ruce meč Král do boje táh a sotva se vzdálil tak vesnice pálil a dobýval měst Král do boje táh s tou vradící lůzou Klaun třásl se hrůzou a odvetu kul Kdy v noci byl klid tak oklamal stráe a nemaje páe sám burcoval lid Vude křičel do té hrůzy ve válce e mlčí Múzy Mui by vak mlčet neměli Král do boje táh s tou vradící lůzou Klaun třásl se hrůzou a odvetu kul Král do boje táh a v červáncích vlídných zřel na čele bídných jak vstříc jde mu klaun Kdy západ pak vzplál tok potoků temněl Klaun tuení neměl jak zahynul král Kdekdo křičel při té hrůze Inter arma silent Musae Krále z toho strachu trefil lak Klaun tie se smál a zem ila dále a neměla krále Klaun na loutnu hrál Klaun na loutnu hrál | THE KING AND THE FOOL A King rode to war to a far distant region and along with his legions he brought a fool on a mule And 'neath the helm that he wore and his battle attire you would not notice a liar who hides away all his fear So many whispered when the terror worsened Inter arma silent musae and his armor rang out louder than a bell A king road to war to a far distant region and along with his legions he brought a fool on a mule A king rode to war and he pillaged and plundered every village down yonder and conquered each town the fools eyes filled with rage as he glanced at the slayers wash their hands for their prayers from all the blood and the soot so many whispered as the terror worsened inter arma silent musae He spurned his harp for a mighty sword A king rode to war and he pillaged and plundered every village down yonded and he conquered each town A king rode to war with his murderous vermin the fool pondered a sermon as he tremble from horror and when the evening was calm then he baffled the soldiers and claimed a task on his shoulders to stir up the thongs He cried out in the realm violence in war the muses keep their silence but men should never leave their words retained A king rode to war with his murderous vermin the fool pondered a sermon as he trembled from horror A king rode to war and from that twilight once taken he saw the damned and forsaken coming lead by the fool and when the west set ablaze and the streams slowly darkened the fool never hearkened to how the king died that day So many shouted when the terror worsened inter arma silent musae the king insane just simply died of shock The fool sang from his heart and the land live for ages without kings and their pages the fool played his old harp the fool played his old harp |
