Vladimír Merta (*20th January 1946, Prague) is czech singer-songwriter, pub… Read Full Bio ↴Vladimír Merta (*20th January 1946, Prague) is czech singer-songwriter, publicist, writer, photographer and film director. He's autor of movie music to several movies.
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Vladimír Merta Lyrics
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Dr. Zoidberg
Last time I cried in a movie about a Cinderella fairy tale,
huddled on the seat, a baby boy in his mum's lap.
And the canvas cheerfully winked at the lover.
I wanted to shrink and beg you
and asked, "It's a place beside you."
You sat down uncertainly and said, "Sure"
I sit on purpose in the wrong places. "
And the pigeons were picking peas out of the ashes,
beaks hung pecked on the floor.
Three golden nuts clinked and Cinderella picked them up:
"Dear pigeons, thank you for your effort."
We princes in the front row at two crowns fee
Frozen sparrows on a wire.
We encourages now our ladies to dance,
and you whispered, "I (aaaa), I want!"
And Cinderella cracked the first nut
and put on her silk dress.
She danced with music, lost her slipper:
"Dear pigeons, I want to be with you."
You´ll marry him, or some other will
the children went to pee and missed a piece of the fairy tale.
and in the front row of Sunday cinema
the kindergarten yard gate cried.
Cinderella dancing waltz in second dress
and forgives me all my acquaintances.
I'm a cook, standing in an open door,
be with her forever, at least in the past.
I'm taking your hand, Cinderella from the front row
and I know you won't be the first or the last.
I can feel the breath of school kids behind my back
and on the canvas it will slowly dawn.
Cinderella left in brocade dress,
her slipper fit on long ago
We are both looking for spotlights in our backs,
A round nut under the seats.
The tabs on the cinema screen went out,
the cashier counts small coins,
left in the box.
The remains of Cinderella's beauty fell from the posters outside
I open her 20-year-old letters at home.
I open her 20-year-old letters at home.
Just a quick translate by google and some of adjustments. It´s not the best translation but I hope it will help you to understand what it is about.
Josef Pcola
na tomhle jsem vyrostl v 17cti - díky Vláďo - zase někdy u pivka na jiným světě, plného lásky...
Iveta Musilova
Úžasný zážitek - děkuji :-)
Juraj Slota
To je bombaa..
Martin Putik
U toho se se usmívám a brečím zároveň!
Martin Putik
Genius! Na něj hned tak někdo nemá!
Richard Mach
Klasika :)
Ivan Zatecka
Vrátil jsem se o 15 let zpět a je mi krásně Iv
Natalie Hilgarth
Could somebody be so kind to give a translation in english?
Natalie Hilgarth
@Dr. Zoidberg poděkovat
Miluji tě
Dr. Zoidberg
Last time I cried in a movie about a Cinderella fairy tale,
huddled on the seat, a baby boy in his mum's lap.
And the canvas cheerfully winked at the lover.
I wanted to shrink and beg you
and asked, "It's a place beside you."
You sat down uncertainly and said, "Sure"
I sit on purpose in the wrong places. "
And the pigeons were picking peas out of the ashes,
beaks hung pecked on the floor.
Three golden nuts clinked and Cinderella picked them up:
"Dear pigeons, thank you for your effort."
We princes in the front row at two crowns fee
Frozen sparrows on a wire.
We encourages now our ladies to dance,
and you whispered, "I (aaaa), I want!"
And Cinderella cracked the first nut
and put on her silk dress.
She danced with music, lost her slipper:
"Dear pigeons, I want to be with you."
You´ll marry him, or some other will
the children went to pee and missed a piece of the fairy tale.
and in the front row of Sunday cinema
the kindergarten yard gate cried.
Cinderella dancing waltz in second dress
and forgives me all my acquaintances.
I'm a cook, standing in an open door,
be with her forever, at least in the past.
I'm taking your hand, Cinderella from the front row
and I know you won't be the first or the last.
I can feel the breath of school kids behind my back
and on the canvas it will slowly dawn.
Cinderella left in brocade dress,
her slipper fit on long ago
We are both looking for spotlights in our backs,
A round nut under the seats.
The tabs on the cinema screen went out,
the cashier counts small coins,
left in the box.
The remains of Cinderella's beauty fell from the posters outside
I open her 20-year-old letters at home.
I open her 20-year-old letters at home.
Just a quick translate by google and some of adjustments. It´s not the best translation but I hope it will help you to understand what it is about.