Dokud se zpívá [English translation]

Trains leave Těšín each quarter of an hour

I haven’t slept yesterday and I won’t rest my head today either

Saint Medard, my patron, taps his forehead,1

But as long as you’re singing, you’re not dead

I’ll buy a bun and salty sticks at a food stand

My heart exists for love and my head is for songs

School taught me well what I’m supposed to do

But as long as you’re singing, you’re not dead

I paste another one into my ticket album

I departed a while ago, the end is too far to see

Life passes by in a blur outside the window like a folding book

And as long as you’re singing, you’re not dead

I got myself fooled a hundred times, and paid a dear price a hundred times

The caterpillar ride sways and sways

Even if vultures descended on my body

As long as I’m singing, I’m not dead

Trains leave Těšín for as far as the edge of the world

I picked up a phone and asked, “Folks, are you there?”

And from a great distance, an echo told me

That as long as you’re singing, you’re not dead

That as long as you’re singing, you’re not dead

1. a gesture of exasperation