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The Song of Fafejta Bird About Two Unearthly Worlds

Milan Hlavsa / Věra Jirousová, překlad Paul Wilson

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L 1. Plastic People of the Universe - Muž bez uší (1969 - 1972, 6.)

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There is white snow
there is white wet grass
there is a blue sky
and a blue river
it wanders down
through the valley to the sea
the Fafejta bird nests on the rock
to the wind and the stars
to the quakelund forest he sings

My darling has a little velvet snout
she sits on the bank
of the underground river
the sun and the moon
want to make love to her
they do not rice
they do not set
night and day they ply the heavens
above her head

The green fruits
on the green trees
and unable to ripen in
this brutal turmoil
the Fafejta bird
is a gallant hero
red heads roll down the hill
from their gullets
comes a terrible rear
the gnashing of teeth
and dung pit
the Fafejta bird likes to sing
after battle

My lover has a little velvet mouth
she sits on the sidewalk
in an underground city
the sun and the moon
will not get her
we will make love on the square
beneath a large feather bed
day and night
the birds of happines
swim through the heavens
above our heads















































1. Muž bez uší (1969 - 1972, 6.)

There is white snow
there is white wet grass
there is a blue sky
and a blue river
it wanders down
through the valley to the sea
the Fafejta bird nests on the rock
to the wind and the stars
to the quakelund forest he sings

My darling has a little velvet snout
she sits on the bank
of the underground river
the sun and the moon
want to make love to her
they do not rice
they do not set
night and day they ply the heavens
above her head

The green fruits
on the green trees
and unable to ripen in
this brutal turmoil
the Fafejta bird
is a gallant hero
red heads roll down the hill
from their gullets
comes a terrible rear
the gnashing of teeth
and dung pit
the Fafejta bird likes to sing
after battle

My lover has a little velvet mouth
she sits on the sidewalk
in an underground city
the sun and the moon
will not get her
we will make love on the square
beneath a large feather bed
day and night
the birds of happines
swim through the heavens
above our heads