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2021.02.11.

You should never marry

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My son, you should never marry
An old woman for money
You would go to the church with her
Only to be embarassed
The other groom would enter with a young lass
You would enter with an old crone
My son, you would be
Only laughed at by people
 
If you go with her
To the pub and
Ask the band to play for you
That old crone would mumble
Right at the door
 
Lets go home, vain boy
Let the girls sleep in peace
It's not like haven't seen me
You shouldn't have married me
 
My son, you should never marry
An old woman for money
You would go to the church with her
Only to be embarassed
The other groom would enter with a young lass
You would enter with an old crone
My son, you would be
Only laughed at by people
 
2019.01.11.

In Vsetín

In Vsetín*, there is a meadow
A boy without a hat is mowing it
A boy without a hat is mowing it
 
His loved one came to him
To please his heart
To please his heart
 
She came to him at noon
That she will give him a kiss during a day
That she will give him a kiss during a day
 
She came to him early in the morning
That she will give him all her kisses for free
That she will give him all her kisses for free
 
In Vsetín, there is a meadow
A boy without a hat is mowing it
A boy without a hat is mowing it
 
2018.10.20.

When Musics Were Playing

When musics were playing
Before the dawn
Apples were riping
In a tight shirt
 
In a thin shirt
Eyes like a hot spring
I can't fly away
You tied my wings
 
Tell me, lad
What are these cheeks of yours?
When I don't stroke them
My heart hurts
 
What do you have, lass
What are these eyes of yours?
When I look at them
The world turns around
 
There was a thunder from the high sky
And the glow of your dear is shining around
Leaves were rustling from the oak forest
The tight shirts are whitening and whitening
 
What did I dream about?
In the moon's glow
There were standing in three rows
Thousands of girls
 
When musics were playing
Before the dawn
Apples were riping
In a tight shirts
 
There was a thunder...