Pavel Kopecký - Josef Kainar: Sen (Dream)

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Live performance for the Czech Broadcast by Duo Skarka-Pohl (Josef Skarka and Richard Pohl). Written by the great Czech contemporary composer Pavel Kopecky on a poem by Josef Kainar. www.skarka-pohl.com

Lyrics by Josef Kainar - English translation:

Again and again I keep dreaming about her.
I am not a dreamer guy.
Man can lay along there in bed,
axe in a chunk,
may he safely stuck there,
closed by himself.

Deep, correct.
The dream comes always unexpected,
and so it goes for solid seven years.

And the time has erased just a bit from her.
Whitened her a bit, like an old photograph,
but it couldn´t steal even a fibre of that beauty.
She is anyway still watching me,
a bit like through a water,
yet I know: she is alive.

She keeps her mouth open,
like those who lives in mist,
drinking mist, flying in the mist.
That´s the way she´s returning to me.

That time in hospital,
the porter just mentioned,
that Anka was dead.
And I wouldn´t, wouldn´t ask twice.
Once death, that´s just enough for a man.
I only didn´t, no, I didn´t thank him,
I turned to the door and went away.

This greyish tiles counted down beneath my feet
there in the Hall of St. Ann, yes,
I have recounted them with full memory.

Over them I strolled,
just few steps,
over them I strolled for centuries.

At the second window,
an old nursie was watering a white flower
and I wondered,
like the two of them were just smiling at each other,
merficuly.
That was everything.

Again and again I keep dreaming about her.
And it has been seven years.
And the dream, you know, how wise can people get,
it is difficult not to notice that with me,
not to feel, not to see.

Gossips are running after me.
May they run, wherever they want to.
I am not living in a bad desperation,
I would like to have love,
desperately I desire to love,
so could I have something to totally care about.

But the dream is binding my feet,
into sack, like for a convict.

Again and again I keep dreaming about her.

Czech lyrics available here: http://www.diskografie.cz/hm/to-by-mohlo-byt-zajimave/sen/

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