Pavel Stránský
The number tattooed on wrist
map: Grauland Art Island and Gallery, Liberia Isle
flickr group: www.flickr.com/groups/4560078@N24/
mood: Číslo na zápěstí (eng. The number tattooed on wrist)
Lyrics translate:
The number tattooed on wrist
There was no touch, just the mouth that screams,
someone threw away an injection vial,
a crib made of plastic and iron railings,
and a smell of disinfection - that's how you were born
That's your scene - a tanbark smells from the tanneries,
and the slaughterhouses stink, the motor's petrol smells,
Instead of name you've got number tattooed on the wrist,
instead of a mother a music from the loudspeakers
That's you home, your homeland and your happiness,
what you've dreamed about, tomorrow shall come,
be proud and the number tattooed on the wrist
shall be your sign and your pride, citizen!
On the bed in the trauma center they'll change your diapers,
for the playground made of shattered car-bodies,
for the happiness coming from the television box,
for the freedom of the battered peripheries
Lo, the smell of home, the grey of concrete panels,
the love of narcotics of manifestations,
the music of temple sounds of the melody of docks,
the happiness of waxworks of the manifestations.
That's you home, your homeland and your happiness,
what you've dreamed about, tomorrow shall come,
be proud and the number tattooed on the wrist
shall be your sign and your pride, citizen!
In the sky, in the puddle is an oil rainbow,
the riverbed in which there's no stream,
the ash on the roses is black like a graphite,
and there are no prophets, my little man
You're the pro in life and you don't care about the age,
you consider the success as faith and know no emotion,
just a moment, little man, and you'll become a human
tailored for this century!
That's you home, your homeland and your happiness,
what you've dreamed about, tomorrow shall come,
be proud and the number tattooed on the wrist
shall be your sign and your pride, citizen!
Shall be your sign and your pride, citizen!
translator: sidoryk
The number tattooed on wrist
map: Grauland Art Island and Gallery, Liberia Isle
flickr group: www.flickr.com/groups/4560078@N24/
mood: Číslo na zápěstí (eng. The number tattooed on wrist)
Lyrics translate:
The number tattooed on wrist
There was no touch, just the mouth that screams,
someone threw away an injection vial,
a crib made of plastic and iron railings,
and a smell of disinfection - that's how you were born
That's your scene - a tanbark smells from the tanneries,
and the slaughterhouses stink, the motor's petrol smells,
Instead of name you've got number tattooed on the wrist,
instead of a mother a music from the loudspeakers
That's you home, your homeland and your happiness,
what you've dreamed about, tomorrow shall come,
be proud and the number tattooed on the wrist
shall be your sign and your pride, citizen!
On the bed in the trauma center they'll change your diapers,
for the playground made of shattered car-bodies,
for the happiness coming from the television box,
for the freedom of the battered peripheries
Lo, the smell of home, the grey of concrete panels,
the love of narcotics of manifestations,
the music of temple sounds of the melody of docks,
the happiness of waxworks of the manifestations.
That's you home, your homeland and your happiness,
what you've dreamed about, tomorrow shall come,
be proud and the number tattooed on the wrist
shall be your sign and your pride, citizen!
In the sky, in the puddle is an oil rainbow,
the riverbed in which there's no stream,
the ash on the roses is black like a graphite,
and there are no prophets, my little man
You're the pro in life and you don't care about the age,
you consider the success as faith and know no emotion,
just a moment, little man, and you'll become a human
tailored for this century!
That's you home, your homeland and your happiness,
what you've dreamed about, tomorrow shall come,
be proud and the number tattooed on the wrist
shall be your sign and your pride, citizen!
Shall be your sign and your pride, citizen!
translator: sidoryk