Čím to je [English translation]

Why is it, why is it

That a river flows into the sea

And the one who can't sing sings

Why is it, why is it

That the young don't want to be wise

And women are hidden beneath powder

Maybe a thief and maybe a monk

Wrote a book of books

That will explain once and for all

Why things are the way they are

Life has the taste of a battle

And man only flies through it

Why is it, why is it

That the Moon alternates with the Sun

On Earth there's prosperity and poverty

Why is it, why is it

That summer hates autumn

And a critic won't write a song

The question is perhaps stupid

But I want to know why it is

That smoke rises from a cigarette

That only a bow makes a violin play

And flying is not for humans

But birds

Maybe a thief and maybe a monk

Wrote a book of books

That will explain once and for all

Why are things the way they are

Life has the taste of a battle

And man only flies through it

Hopefully I'll get answers someday

Don't need all, just some

Everyone has a full list of questions

Why is it, why at all

Why is it, why is it

That the unsuccessful want to drink blood

Of those who succeed at being first

Why is it, why is it

That a painter only gets recognition

After he closes his eyes

Maybe a thief and maybe a monk

Wrote a book of books

That will explain once and for all

Why things are the way they are

Life has the taste of a battle

And man only flies through it

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