Kupte si hřebeny [English translation]

Buy yourselves combs,

lousy times are coming.

Tomorrow's clad

in tattered clothes.

Hyenas are passing through grass

to their feasts.

I have my suitcases packed

since early morning.

I have seen along the paths

alleys full of slogans.

A fist pointing to the sky

and a man bearing

a flag stained with blood

of people standing underneath.

And from afar you could hear

a singing of the International.

Merry-go-rounds have come

to the meadow on the town's border.

A man in crimson hat

is shouting into a megaphone.

In a kneading-trough

you can see woodworms.

In the land of spiders,

the flies are on the verge of tears.

I have seen along the paths

alleys full of slogans.

A fist pointing to the sky

and a man bearing

a flag stained with blood

of people standing underneath.

And from afar you could hear

singing of the International.

My eyes are stained with black

and my heart with ink.

Lousy prophets,

you've already got your mercenaries' pay.

In the pale light of lanterns

we march as swarms of maybugs,

down the staircase to a gambling-joint

so that we lose the day.

I have seen along the paths

alleys full of slogans.

A fist pointing to the sky

and a man bearing

a flag stained with blood

of people standing underneath.

And from afar you could hear

singing of the International.

• Artist:Jaromír Nohavica
• Album:Tak mě tu máš