Bílá Hora [English translation]

Estate not unlike falling asleep,

However, the darkness is different than usual.

The helmet unnecessarily protects the once hot head.

(The) silence is striking and unusual.

The silence is striking and unusual.

After a while, time stops in a scarlet bath.

The earthly road has its hidden goal.

Yours was painted with a glittering blade.

And just so suddenly it emerged from the fog.

It just suddenly emerged from the fog.

The mysterious hand of someone invisible

Above will extinguish the candle of your life in the game park of the Summer Palace Star.

Of your dear, sir, you will never kiss the forehead again.

The essence slowly escapes from the shell and the earth reclaims the body.

They were beaming, then their eyes were beaming,

When brave and proud flags fluttered.

They stood, the rows stood firm.

But the winter puppet 1 does not equal the king.

There are only a few moments left until the end

And everything yours will be gone again.

The battle is reminiscent of wolves entering a chicken coop.

They are drunk now and with cramps howl at the moon.

The drunks are now howling at the moon with cramps.

You're thinking about how you're falling over a friend's body.

The foreign sword was quite well-adorned by your flight and unprotected back.

It is a stupid full-stop behind the life of a valiant hero,

that a small hole opens you from the other side than you would expect.

Than you would expect.

They were beaming, then their eyes were beaming,

When brave and proud flags fluttered.

They stood, the rows stood firm.

But the winter puppet is not equal to the king.

You played pretend the army, you played.

The eternal ice then melted quickly.

You laughed at your opponents in the distance and then you ran away ...

In that small, foreign, stupid country

You released your soul without pay

In that country rich in problems

Your heart stopped beating

In the backside of the world, hero

You made history with your name.

The end of hopes.

We'll be happy to forget your name here

Only White Mountain will remain Black White Mountain

And with us forever

Everyone will remember

The dark clouds over the field

They were beaming, then their eyes were beaming,

When brave and proud flags fluttered.

They stood, the rows stood firm.

But the winter puppet is not equal to the king.

You played pretend the army, you played.

The eternal ice then melted quickly.

You laughed at your opponents in the distance and then you ran away.

You ran away ...

1. The brevity of Frederick V's reign in Bohemia earned him the derisive sobriquet "the Winter King"

• Artist:Daniel Landa
• Album:Neofolk