Pesma o jednom petlu [English translation]

I've had a dreadful ****, he was a real devil

In the rain and the wind, he always stood straight

The feathers flew in village, terrible uproar hoisted

In our house, always, there was some good eggs.

I've had a dreadful ****, he was a real lunatic

When he pecks a hen, like he pecked a branch

And hens, the silly birds, their heart always on fire

for some ruffian who pecks well.

For him, the hens weren't only the cute ones

No, that one jumped on gooses and on ducks.

Even on girls, wherever there was a chance

The principe is same. Everything else was nuance.

I've had a dreadful ****, he was kind of weird

At the day somehow sleepy, but at night always awake.

Little girls from my village heard for that boy

Cause of the **** even I had the reputation.

For him they weren't...

I've had a dreadful ****, he was a champion.

Cocks are weird today, every hair is buggering them

I wouldn't know the reason, today are the different days

Anyways, to the **** of mine, they are all fishes!

I'm 65, the fall is coming

My gang is traveling and I'm waiting on my turn.

These old days wouldn't be that bad

If I could hear a ****, at least once in a month.

Listen to an advice from the old man:

When you have young ****, do not let him suffer

Let him fly, let the hens see him.

Later it will be to late, and **** has it's own time.