Hana Zagorová — Čas nezralých malin song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Čas nezralých malin" by Hana Zagorová.
Lyrics
Čas nezralých malin je pryč, je mimo nás.
Snad všichni jsme znali ten ráj, ten čas.
Vím, čas nezralých malin si hráz postavil z dní,
k nám však hlas jeho z dáli i dnes dál zní.
První lásky čas a štěstí studentských let,
zdání, že jen náš je svět, to není,
to dávno, vážně, pravda není.
Už na jinou kolej přijel náš vlak.
Navždy pryč je bezstarostné čtení,
dnes nejsi jak pták.
Čas nezralých malin je pryč, je mimo nás.
Snad všichni jsme znali ten ráj, ten čas.
Vím, čas nezralých malin si hráz postavil z dní,
k nám však hlas jeho z dáli i dnes dál zní.
Svoje kouzlo má, svůj půvab
snad v každý věk.
Asi pravdu měl, kdo řek˘, jsme stejní,
jen jinde člověk štěstí hledá
a hledá dál dokud je živ.
Jsi však muž a žádný neposeda,
jó, tak jako dřív.
Čas nezralých malin je pryč, je mimo nás.
Snad všichni jsme znali ten ráj, ten čas.
Vím, čas nezralých malin si hráz postavil z dní,
k nám však hlas jeho z dáli i dnes dál zní.
Lyrics translation
The time of immature raspberries is gone, it is beyond us.
Perhaps we all knew the Paradise, the time.
I know the time of immature raspberries has built a dam from days,
to us, however, his voice from afar and beyond continues today.
First love time and happiness of student years,
the appearance that only ours is the world, it is not,
that was a long time ago, seriously, it's not true.
Our train has arrived on another track.
Forever gone is a carefree reading,
you're not like a bird today.
The time of immature raspberries is gone, it is beyond us.
Perhaps we all knew the Paradise, the time.
I know the time of immature raspberries has built a dam from days,
to us, however, his voice from afar and beyond continues today.
She has her charm, her charm
at any age, perhaps.
I guess he was right, who said We were the same,
only elsewhere one is looking for happiness
and he keeps looking while he's alive.
But you are a man and no fidget,
yeah, just like before.
The time of immature raspberries is gone, it is beyond us.
Perhaps we all knew the Paradise, the time.
I know the time of immature raspberries has built a dam from days,
to us, however, his voice from afar and beyond continues today.