1968 [English translation]

The original intention was a couple of stanzas,

Exclamations that would sound through conscience

I wanted to lament about that damned year

When the Czechs did not shoot.

I wanted to be sarcastic about the silence of the masses

Then I wanted to ask about the old scar

the facts terrified me of that terrible time

that year sixty-eight

(original from the radio - recording of a report on the invasion of troops)

You stand by the window and weep Daniela,

What is boy in your stomach dreaming about,

It is said that there was almost no shooting that year,

And your son puts those dreams into songs.

Six thousand tanks stuffed in our necks,

and eight hundred planes like flocks of crows

The heroes driven away behind the first spruce

they extinguished us, perhaps from all sides

Tanks roared through the streets

The National Museum was shot down

Half a million men from five countries

paradise for brass bees

The execution of spring longing took a few hours

It's hard to believe what the gentleman says on the radio

The battalions were adorned with sad bloody smudges

the free nation was crucified in a whim

You have tears in your eyes, Daniela

Don't worry and believe it will be better again,

it was not known then

whether God will return over Mount Říp

In the eyes of men humiliation,

helplessly turns traffic signs

Injured people and injuries

from a very heavy beating

In our puddle they found some,

Who called foreign tanks here

They serve you well and so it comes back,

To a dormitory of a beaten courtesan

The execution of spring longing took a few hours

It's hard to believe what the gentleman says on the radio

The battalions were adorned with sad bloody smudges

the free nation was crucified in a whim

You stand by the window and weep over Daniela,

What is the boy in your stomach dreaming about,

It is said that there was almost no shooting that year,

And your son puts those dreams in songs