Divný kníže [English translation]

Strange Duke rode across the land and cornflowers faded,

when from fingers he forged bars and from hands railings,

he knit wires from hair, he had casemates made of palms,

and clothes from brocades, evil words instead of arms

Wherever he stood only the saffrons and henbanes sprout,

when no tears were left then the gas helped,

he drove winds away with chaffs and Christ screamed from cross,

when the wounds he healed with the salt, that Strange Duke

He was both master and servant and the wad of verdicts

he tied with a black ribbon which he dipped into the Channel,

and deaf song weakened when a raven marked path,

when for the glory of the Devil he proclaimed in the manifesto

Instead of poems he had the files and prose as the plague,

and brown and black rats, and diphosgene and chlorine,

he had hat made of bird-of-paradise and with the dignity of a snob,

he came up with the fables in which the ire prevailed

He had baton instead of rights and estates for guards,

where murderers roared for the red cockade,

he berated people as betrayers, he wrote slogans on the archways,

in which, by wish of rulers, the lie and vice marry

Further Duke carries a wreath through that horrified land,

he has the fear as an ally, he goes with his head down,

and he doesn't realise that the children from that cold land,

will plainly and without the will behead him once

• Artist:Karel Kryl
• Album:Rakovina