Nad horu svita [English translation]

The sun is rising over the mountain, a new day begins

The sun is greeting us

Wake up, young lad, horses want some water

Give it to them, so you can be calm

In a white shirt he sleeps now in his lover´s arms, and dreams

In a white shirt he sleeps now.

Tomorrow when we´re going to kill the Swedes in the war

His mother weeps, don´t let them shoot you

In a red shirt he´s going to sleep alone in the dirt now

And he dreams, in a red shirt he sleeps now.

Treacherous are those meetings with war, yeah

When the dawns are all golden, oh oh

Now a strange tone is tempting you downstairs, yeah

And the ground is soaking carmine, oh oh

Last hope, you have to keep it in your heart

Say the prayer, you who doesn´t want to survive

In a red shirt he´s going to sleep alone in the dirt now

And he dreams, in a red shirt he sleeps now.

Treacherous are those meetings with war, yeah

When the dawns are all golden, oh oh

Now a strange tone is tempting you downstairs, yeah

And the ground is soaking carmine, oh oh.

• Artist:Petr Bende
• Album:PB