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tjeckiska
Översättning
engelska
Mraky
Clouds
Sometime around a hundred years ago, my grandad was born
And his whole long life he drudged in the fields
Spring, summer, autumn, toil - he didn't know what a holiday was
Three shirts, seven children, two shoes, one wife
They go, they go, they go, the clouds go along the sky
They go, they go, they go, and they don't get anywhere
The old man came to the city, to the factory
Where he wound wires, drilled holes, pulled nails
Went for a beer after his shift, watched the football on Sunday
An infinitely idiotic TV series
They go, they go, they go, the clouds go along the sky
They go, they go, they go, and they don't get anywhere
I sit in the warmth on my ass in my office
My work is information, data in the calendar
I graduated from all my schools with good grades
And still I don't know what I'm doing here and who I actually am
They go, they go, they go, the clouds go along the sky
They go, they go, they go, and they don't get anywhere
I don't want to be like a tree in the wind
Which jumps when a thunderclap strikes
And even if only dust remains of me
Let me at least be the sand in an hourglass
They go, they go, they go, the clouds go along the sky
They go, they go, they go, and they don't get anywhere

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