Tak mám jizvu na rtu [English translation]

I'm too old to believe in a revolution

and I can hardly hide my big head under the hood

and I don't like it when precooked rice is being cooked,

in my breast pocket I carry ventinol in case of difficulties.

It seems like I can hardly get through the needle's eye

and through the forests I run in a way so that the wolves can't catch me

and in case any of you asks about the angel,

I have a scar on my lip, when he stood by me.

I have ash on my jacket, soot on my tie,

my coarse fingers can't tie knots on the rope

and sometimes when my tears flow, I swallow them straight away

and I dance only as fast as the music plays,

my eyes have seen a lot and hands have held a lot

and my heart was ashamed when volleys of glory sounded

and in case any of you asks about the angel,

I have a scar on my lip, when he stood by me.

I spoke with presidents, I met murderers,

I entered the world naked and I will leave naked,

when I was fifteen, I saw Russian tanks pass by

and when I was fifty, I let the gipsy to tell me fortune

and before saint Peter accepts me at the commission,

I'd like to bow towards the poets of the Czech land

and in case any of you asks about the angel,

I have a scar on my lip, when he stood by me.

In Paris I was reading the Russian verison of L'Humanité

and from the Bible I so far understood only the simple sentences

in New York I got a corner from plastic spoons (?)

but the best coffee is at U rybiček in Hypernova,

in mariáš, I throw the trump ace in the talon

and I'd like to see Baník beating Barcelona

and in case any of you asks about the angel,

I have a scar on my lip, when he stood by me.

Some people have some really weird tastes,

but I, my love, still love you the same,

when you throw the mushrooms onto the onion

when you raise your finger as if it were a conductor's wand.

And even though I'm carried somewhere and you somewhere else,

I forget the bad stuff for the sake of the good

and in case any of you asks about the angel,

I have a scar on my lip, when he stood by me.

• Artist:Jaromír Nohavica