Czech (Original)

English (Translation)

Tiha

Toula se v nas
tiha
zdviha
prachbidny prach

Jak skripani
kridy
slidi
nam ve vzpominkach

Toula se v nas
tiha
Zvida
kam az smi
kam az se smi...

Tiha z procitnuti
Tiha zdani
Tiha z nevedonomi

Tiha na zalknuti
Tiha vetvi
ktere tiha zlomi

Tiha nakupena
Tiha roztrousena

Tiha z pokuseni
Svudna tiha
Tiha zauzleni

Tiha k zaduseni
Tiha veci
ktere tiha meni

Tiha nedockava
Tiha vytrvala

Tahne k zemi jak dlouhy plast
Svira srdce kazdemu zvlast
Rika ze nas neporani
Rika ze je z nasich dlani
stvorena

Weight

The weight rambles
inside us
It kicks up
the abject dust

It ferrets
among
our remembrances
like a scratch of chalk

The weight rambles
inside us
It scouts
where is the limit for it
Where is the limit …

The weight from awakening
The weight of seeming
The weight from unconsciousness

The weight for stifling
The weight of branches
which are broken by weight

The cumulate weight
The straggled weight

The weight from temptation
The luscious weight
The weight of entanglements

The weight for asphyxiation
The weight of things
being changed by their weight

The impatient weight
The persistent weight

The weight pulls down to the ground like a long coat
It grips the heart to each person separately
It says that it will not hurt us
It says that it is created out of our
own palms

Steka mi tvar s obliceje
na polstar
Louzicka nestalosti
Slany lidsky kalamar

Vypustena do dlani
se lepi prstum na briska
Boji se
ze na svetle
zcela opryska

Steka mi tvar s obliceje
na polstar
Pismenka pochybnosti
Slaby lidsky slabikar

Steka mi tvar s obliceje
na polstar
Skryva se jak temer vytrhany
lidsky kalendar

Tvar mi steka
dolu na polstar
O dlane oddane
se zachyta

Prosi at se nehybam
ze nic se nikdy nevrati
Ze steka jako modlitba
po vosku prokleti

Tvar pruzinu napina
a doufa ze ji vymrsti
Ze stece jako bublina
po vosku nestesti

Protece mi prstama
a zbyde z ni jen ozvena
Vrati se do neznama
kde je zrozena

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Sobe tvari v tvar
sedim s tvari v dlanich
Vyslech uz zacina

Kazdy brani sva
chybna rozhodnuti
Jen tvar je proklina

My face flows down from my facial features
To the pillow
A slop of uncertainty
Salty human ink-pot

The face discharged into palms
Is sticking on pads of fingers
It fears
That being exposed to light
It will completely flake off

My face flows down from my facial features
To the pillow
Letters of doubts
A frail human primer book

My face flows down from my facial features
To the pillow
It hides itself like the next to the last pages
Of the human calendar

My face flows down
To my pillow
It catches at my palms
Dutifully

It asks me not to move
Saying nothing will ever return
Saying it flows down like a prey
Over wax of anathema

The face is tensioning the spiral
As it hopes to catapult it
It hopes it can flow down the wax of misery
Like a bubble

The face will sift through my fingers
And just echoes will remain here out
It will return to the unknown
Where it was born

Face to face to myself
I sit with my face in my palms
The examination begins right now

Everyone apologizes their own
Wrong decisions
But the face blasphemes them all

Hodiny kapou
a o talir
se plase tristi
Fontanky vzpazi
a odplynou

Talir se boji
ze posledni
je uz ta pristi
a tise trese hladinou

Co se muze stat?
Co se muze stat?

Hodiny hori
a plamenum
se vlasy krouti
O pouhe nic
se rozplynou

Ohen se boji
ze narazi
na mokre prouti
az pohlti tu posledni
jedinou

Co se muze stat?
Co se muze stat?

Hours

Hours drip
Splashing bashfully
on the plate
Fountains hold out their arms
And they flow away

The plate is afraid
That the next drop will be the last
And silently the surface trembles

What ever can happen?
What ever can happen?

Hours burn
Curling the firey-tresses
and melt away
over nothing

The fire is afraid
That it will meet with damp kindling
When it comes to devour
the last one drop

What ever can happen?
What ever can happen?

Pocity plotu

Ploty se boji o to nestrezi
Nehnou se z mista na kterem zalezi

Tomu co
nestrezi
neuveri

Pocity plotu plot po plotu pletou
Plotu po plotu cit pocity pletou
Ploty citu pocit o plotu pletou
Pocity popletu spletou tuplem

Ploty si stoji na tom co obklopi
Precitlivele hraji si na kopi
Boji se toho co pres ne pronika
Stoji a stoji a zivot utika

Co ploty
stale tak
opatruji

Chrani sva prani

Feelings of Fences

Fences worry about lost plots
They stand their ground

They don't trust
what they can't
mark

Fence by fence their tangled plots
The lot of lots of unfenced lots
Plot by plot have lost their thoughts
Can't be pegged - no empty slots

Fences stand on what they orbit
Touchy-touchy they act to pose as spears
They fear of what sneaks through them
They stand and stand as life passes by

Over what
do the fences
keep watch?

They are standing
their own yearnings

Lavina se vali dolu do udoli
Nic ji v ceste - ani slova - nezpomali
Jit proti ni?
Prosit o ni?
Lavinu
nikdo
neprevali

Lavina se vali nezadrzitelne
Nemiluje svoje vezne
Vali pres ne
svoje nebe
ktere je
zebe

Lavina protece - k sobe se uvelebi
La    -       te  -     xo    -        ve  bile strane
Vzdy nekoho jeji neha bile dostihne
Vzdy  -          je   ne -       kdo     nezachrenen

Je nebo neni?
Je nebo neni?
Je nebo neni?

Na jediny zapad dech i usta uzamkne
Na           za   -   dech   us      -       ne pri trasu
Jako kazda ulita se tvari spriznene
Jak              u-tva     -         ri      neci osud

Je nebo neni?
Je nebo neni?
Je nebo neni?

Bila sklicka v bilych brylich
Bila mista sili

V bile trave lezi bile byli
Bila mista se mnozi
a sili v nas

The avalanche gushes towards the valley
Nothing, not even words, will slow her down
To go against her?
To beg for her?
No-one can
overflow
the avalanche

The avalanche gushes unstopable
Not loving her captives
Throwing
her icy heavens
above their
frozen heads

The avalanche flows down - snuggles down in herself
Plains all latex white
Someone is always captured in her gentle white
There is always one who isn't saved

Is he or isn't?
Is he or isn't?
Is he or isn't?

she locks mouth and breath with one turn of the key
She falls asleep shivering on her back
She poses familiar, like any other shell
As she shapes someone's fate

Is she or isn't?
Is she or isn't?
Is she or isn't?
White lenses in white glasses
Unknown spaces grow

White weeds in white grass
Unknown spaces multiply
and grow in us