Svatá Kordula [English translation]

Music: Aneta Langerová, Jakub Zitko

text: Aneta Langerová

I'm drowning again in your seas,

My breath is running low under the surface,

It usually works like that.

The smoke of war flotillas in eyes,

It awakes my still blood,

It's already decanting(becoming one part).

There are many beauties at yourself

You're my midnight flood tide,

We'll sail

on the waves

Stay here with me.

There in the deep waters propelled by flow,

Our catamaran will be sailing.

In that time, we all will be sleeping.

There in the deep waters propelled by flow,

Our catamaran will be sailing.

There'll be Cordule standing on it.

I'm leading a fight on a wide sea,

The passion is like a coward executioner,

He checks the shores.

You'll strike a matchstick and I'll burn up,

The moon is putting off a black cloth

And the waves are groaning.

There are many beauties at yourself

You're my midnight flood tide,

We'll sail

on the waves

Stay here with me.

There in the deep waters propelled by flow,

Our catamaran will be sailing.

In that time, we all will be sleeping.

There in the deep waters propelled by flow,

Our catamaran will be sailing.

There'll be Cordule standing on it.

There in the deep waters propelled by flow,

Our catamaran will be sailing.

Today is better to die than to be afraid.