Ruky - Korben Dallas

Podajme si ruky

Možno nás to udobrí

Podajme si ruky

Lebo takto ma to nebaví

Vysušené dlane, popraskaná koža

Zanedbané nechty, zárezy od noža

Otlčené háky, nafúknuté žily

Žltá vôňa dechtu, kŕč miesto sily

A praskajúce kĺby, mozoľ plný krvi

Viem, že moja ruka už nič nerozdrví

Zabudnutá trieska, v póroch čierna špina

Čiara života moju ruku míňa

Snáď zapadnú do seba po starých známych cestách…

Vysušené dlane, popraskaná koža

Zanedbané nechty, zárezy od noža

Otlčené háky, nafúknuté žily

Žltá vôňa dechtu, kŕč miesto sily

Snáď zapadnú do seba po starých známych cestách…

Zapadnú do seba po starých známych…

Let's shake hands

Maybe it will do us good

Let's shake hands

Because I don't enjoy it that way

Dry palms, cracked skin

Neglected nails, knife cuts

Battered hooks, swollen veins

Yellow smell of tar, spasm instead of strength

And cracking knuckles, a callus full of blood

I know my hand won't crush anything anymore

A forgotten chip, black dirt in the pores

The line of life passes my hand

Perhaps they will fit together along the old familiar paths...

Dry palms, cracked skin

Neglected nails, knife cuts

Battered hooks, swollen veins

Yellow smell of tar, spasm instead of strength

Perhaps they will fit together along the old familiar paths...

They fall in with each other after old acquaintances...