Láska z Kateřinic [English translation]

I have a thousand heavy bodies around me

I have the blast of cannons still in my ears

Should I, should I cover myself with a black featherbed?

Should I rise from some cranny like the stem of a plant?

My love springs near Kateřinice

The sun caresses blue grapes from the vineyard

Over the mountain, over the tall mountain,

under my skies, fresh bread turns golden

Over the rapid river under my skies,

soft moss grows, moss, moss,

soft moss grows, moss, moss

I can still smell your scent from the pillows

I keep begging God to bring you back

My love springs near Kateřinice

The sun caresses blue grapes from the vineyard

Over the mountain, over the tall mountain,

under my skies, fresh bread turns golden

Over the rapid river under my skies,

soft moss grows, moss, moss,

soft moss grows, moss, moss,

soft moss grows, moss, moss,

soft moss grows, moss, moss

• Artist:Vesna Bohyně