Dachau blues - Karel Kryl

Kdyz stiny k sobe v touze lnou

Tma prohlasi se kouzelnou

A nekde zneji bici

Kdyz mesic tepe do mrisky

Dva Popelciny orisky

S sedivou holubici

Kdyz zvony pulnoc dozvoni

A vratice se rozvoni

Zly sen se vraci znovu

Jsou dosud v okne strepy skla

A krev jez znova vytryskla

Skapava do proslovu

Kdyz uzkost chodi po spickach

Jak divka v modrych lodickach

A v bile rozhalence

Kdyz promarneno vzkriseni

Kdyz most ma pouta leseni

Jez krici na milence

Kdyz zlato place mosazi

Kdyz vzduch se odel do sazi

A prazdnem skvary zeje

Zas strach ma ze lzi mozaiku

A za zveraci kazajku

Uz nasel farizeje

Zvracime precpani

a mesice se pocinaji patkem

kricime ze spani

zas desice se podepsanim radkem

pod hranou odvahou

tkvi pobledlost

jak Pilat ruce myjem

kdyz s chladnou rozvahou

jde posedlost

pak zitrka nedozijem

Kdyz lez je pravdy zarukou

Jde volnost s pouty na rukou

A vukol kvetou hroby

Kdyz z lasky stal se mourenin?

Pak devce poda ruzenin

A zbude bez ozdoby

Kdyz zloba zbyva bez lasky?

Pak Zidum krade oblazky

A hlasa toleranci

A intelekt kdyz bez duse?

Pak podoben je ropuse

Ci slepci smecem v tanci!

When the shadows cling to each other in desire

Darkness declares itself magical

And the drums sound somewhere

When the moon beats in the grid

Two Cinderella nuts

With a sedentary dove

When the midnight bells ring

And the gates will unfold

The bad dream comes back again

There are still glass shards in the window

And the blood of the weir gushed again

Dripping into a speech

When anxiety goes on tiptoe

Like a girl in blue boats

And in the white

When wasted resurrection

When the bridge has a handcuffed forest

Eat screams for lovers

When gold place brass

When the air drifted into the soot

And empty squirrels

Again, I'm afraid there is a mosaic

And for the straitjacket

He found the Pharisees

We throw up the people

and the moons begin on Friday

screams of sleep

again desice with a signed line

under the edge of courage

tkvi pallor

how to Pilat hands wash

though with cold balance

there is an obsession

then tomorrow I won't finish

When you climb, the truth is guaranteed

There is freedom with handcuffs

And graves are blooming

When did love become a moron?

Then the girls give the roses

And he will be left without ornaments

When anger is left without love?

Then Zidum steals the clouds

A voice of tolerance

And the intellect without a soul?

Then it looks like a ropus

I'm blind in dance!