Čtyřlístejček - Helena Vondráčková

Žnou, žnou, žnou

ten čtyřlístejček v lískách.

Možná taky se mu stýská.

Jenže neumí to říct.

Hajha husko bílá,

co víš a znáš,

jak málo je již vábím.

Lístek neposílá.

A ženci jdou

a tráva padne k hrábím.

Žnou, žnou, žnou

ten čtyřlístejček v lískách.

Možná taky se mu stýská.

Jenže neumí to říct.

Žnou, žnou, žnou

ten čtyřlístejček v stráních,

ten o našich milováních

nepoví už slůvko víc.

Hajha husko líná,

teď můžeš spást

jen otavěnku nízkou.

On už zapomíná,

co vůní měl ten jetel

pod remízkou.

Žnou, žnou, žnou

ten čtyřlístejček v lískách.

Možná taky se mu stýská.

Jenže neumí to říct.

Žnou, žnou, žnou

ten čtyřlístejček v stráních.

Ten o našich milováních

nepoví už slůvko víc.

Ani slůvko víc,

ani slůvko víc.

They reap, they reap, they reap

the four-leaf clover in hazelnuts.

Maybe he misses him too.

But he can't say.

Hajha husko white,

what do you know and know

how little I already lure them.

Does not send the ticket.

And the reapers go

and the grass falls to the rakes.

They reap, they reap, they reap

the four-leaf clover in hazelnuts.

Maybe he misses him too.

But he can't say.

They reap, they reap, they reap

the four-leaf clover in the hillside,

the one about our lovemaking

he won't say a word anymore.

Hajha husko lazy,

you can sleep now

just a little sundress.

He already forgets

what did the clover smell like?

under the draw.

They reap, they reap, they reap

the four-leaf clover in hazelnuts.

Maybe he misses him too.

But he can't say.

They reap, they reap, they reap

the four-leaf clover in the hillside.

The one about our lovemaking

he won't say a word anymore.

Not a word more,

not a word more.