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Petr Spálený - Až mě andělé dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre


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When the Angels Call

When the angels call me to their side,
I won’t want travelling musicians at my funeral,
I’d prefer sad guitar blues
Over a funeral march.
 
I beg my bereaved in advance,
Leave your formal black garments at home,
Sit by me in your jeans
So I can sing with you.
 
I do fear the unknown journey,
Please understand—this will be my first time dying,
I’m leaving behind my desire and love in this world,
My soul will be devoid of blood.
 
When you leave the cemetery for someplace to drink,
Have a glass in my stead,
And to my wife, I’d like to say,
„Stay with me for a while afterwards.“
 
I gaze into the streets,
Tears steal into my eyes,
My life ends in the stars, the people below trudge on.
I loved my wild life,
My heart wasn’t made of stone
 
Someone will remember here and there.
When the angels call me to their side,
I won’t want travelling musicians at my funeral,
I’d prefer sad guitar blues
 
Over a funeral march.
I beg my bereaved in advance,
Leave your formal black garments at home,
Sit by me in your jeans
 
So I can sing with you.
When the angels call me to their side…
 


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