Everyone just wants my sign or my money
Why is there noone who would like to talk with me about the Karl Hynek Mácha sonets?
I wouldn't really mind it
Dealing with Macha's trochees
but you only want my sign or my picture on your phone
and if I didn't give those to you, I'd be just a jerk
I want poetry, just a little bit of understanding
but here, where I live, you can't find it
What is my life good for, just some silly things all around
My heart of Don Quijot suffers because of that
Everyone just wants my sign or my money
Why is there noone who would like to cosider with me what van I should purchase
I would like to run during a summer twilight
And inflate its 4 wheels (the van's wheels)
hitch horses up and then disappear somewhere far in the south direction
Where are eaten bananas and drunk Coca-Cola
I want poetry, just a little bit of understanding
but here, where I live, you can't find it
What is my life good for, just some silly things all around
My heart of Don Quijot suffers because of that
Everyone just actually want too little from me
so that it works, so that it works, so that it works
But I'm no Saint Nicolaus
I'm no agent of the Czech crew
I would give you 20kč for gulash
and throw 100kč into your box
For all those orphans' houses and for Africa
For hungry people and for politicians' executions
Dissolution of NATO, but for that..
I want poetry, just a little bit of understanding
but here, where I live, you can't find it
What is my life good for, just some silly things all around
My heart of Don Quijot suffers because of that
suffers alot because of that