Grétka [English translation]

As if it were the end of the century

girls wearing white dresses

waiting for the air kisses to fly away

and land on the lips of the young men

Marie, Milada, Helena, Greta

every one of them shielding their eyes from the light

the young men are smoking cheap cigarettes

just like those who left last year already

And where are they now, where are they, where are they

the lovers, wives and mothers standing along the railway

they will carry the can, carry the can, carry the can

whether they do or don't come back to them

The crying is drowned out by the military music bands

the pictures hidden away at the bottom of the backpacks

who would think about quite possibly kicking the bucket

we are the heroes, we are the recruits

Who would think about the bullets

already somewhere moulded for our heads

now, when the marching music is playing

a white flower behind the ear

And where are they now, where are they, where are they

the trains are taking away the lovers, husbands and sons

they will carry the can, carry the can, carry the can

and If they come back at all, they will never be the same

Marie, Milada, Helena, Greta

pale as if their hearts were stabbed

oh if only i can see my beloved again

they are silently praying

A lock of hair for a keepsake

tied together with a rainbow-coloured ribbon

I can hear a mother whispering

oh if only at least every other could come back home

And where are they now, where are they, where are they

the trains are taking away the lovers, husbands and sons

they will carry the can, carry the can, carry the can

and If they come back at all, they will never be the same

...

they will carry the can, carry the can, carry the can

and If they come back at all, they will never be the same

• Artist:Radůza