Píseň neznámého vojína [English translation]

Information from press:

"Then both delegations put wreaths

on the grave of Unknown soldier."

And what did Unknown soldier tell them?

The claque at the head and then the virtuous families

an armful of chrysanths, black tweed jackets

and hero's wife, holding her fancy man.

Flowers in palms and black armbands,

staring in front of the gate.

The smell of the dancing hall clung on them

They're putting on pain.

Why are you gaping here?

Kiss my arse

Or are you thinking,

I'm waiting for this?

Why are you staring here?

Bugger off home!

You're building monuments,

please, tell me for who?

And every now and then, gentlemen show mercy and kneel

It’s embarrassing, when with a perfect pose,

They try to shed tears.

Then they get up and music starts to play

a crappy song, and one more time

they pathetically gulp above the grave with a lantern.

Why are you gaping here?

Trying to sigh?

Or are you thinking,

that I wanted to die?

We're sick of the brass hats,

why are they coming here?

Screw your flags!

I wanted a priest! 

I'm feeling best,

when cats on my grave

caterwaul in the night

something that with

shooting at each other

has nothing in common.

Miaowing softly and never beseeching,

They neither serve heroes, nor bring wreaths

on the graves of Unknown soldiers.

How much are they paying you for this idea?

Fuck off and shag your whores!

What are you telling me?

That I would go again?

Gladly?

Are you waiting for an answer? Fuck you!

Yeah fuck you!

• Artist:Karel Kryl
• Album:Bratříčku, zavírej vrátka